ToNowhere

I stepped away

Like a storm

That dumped its

Rain on mountain

Tops deciding to

Be cloudy rather

Than another storm

Bringing peace instead

Of selfish torrents

Giving me room

To decide whether

What we offered

Was what’s needed

Rather than wanted

Like protective parents

With a child

In a bakery

Filled with desserts

And bread like

Travelers finally breaking

Free to see

The canyons vista

Please give me

Time to choose

Because I know

That one road

Leads to you

And the other

Well the other

Leads to nowhere