Decisions

Standing between two towers,

both of which co yu ld touch the sky.

In trepidation I seem to cower

as both still standing so high.

If I could reach the top of one,

I couldn't reach the other.

I could pace myself at a run

but I'm not light as a feather.

If they are the same then I could say I climbed both,

but this choice, so hard, I can decide.

And there I still stand in all the growth

never seeing the towers inside.

Of course I could spend a thousand year,

wondering what is at the top.

And I could share a thousand tears,

before my heart would stop.