The Way

I climb upon the mountain
Just to see what is in the way.
I know what's there,
But must I face it today?

I can only go forward,
Even when I look behind.
It doesn't matter which I choose,

So I stand in this time
Feeling it frozen in place,
Waiting for me to chose
As indecision swallows my face.

Do I speak,
Or do I not?
What if I fall?
What if I'm caught?

Do I look into the light,
To make the path clear?
Will I get there faster
If I follow my fear?

I see what's in my way,
For it draws me near 
Is their a way over,
And can I get there from here?
 

(c) 1999  Dan Peeper