crossroad

it's time.

sis is going to go soon
with a guy who'll treat her right
(at least he should).

bro is going to go soon
a cap on his head to show
(i'm sure soon he would).

wounds are going to heal soon
a little angel to make sure it'd be done
(i know she could).

my task here will soon be done
my place in this world i will soon have to decide.

it's time.

a year older

what is it with birthdays
that seem to make one think
of dreams once thought forgotten
of dreams thought best forgotten?

is it the ticking of the clock
that seems to be getting to me?

is it truly search for meaning,
divine call, and, hate as i to admit,
innermost desire?

has the time come?