I am a bug,

small and some-what strapped down
on a spider’s web
But I escape

ready to find,
safety.
But, there’s east, there’s west, there’s up, there’s down,

there is right or left, north or south:
every way that I could go,

every way that I could go.

I am an artist

with a furrowed brow,


a blank canvass
prepared to be painted.

But first--- a focal point
What is most important,

that all else leads up to?
Yes, there’s east, there’s west, there’s up, there’s down,

there is right or left, north or south:
everything that I could choose

everything that I could choose

I am on a path,
curved yet clear
sweet spring melodies fill the air

I could deviate,


I could,



I could,




I could!
Missing opportunities could kill me,

but taking them could do the same.
I have found the way

in which I must go.
In time, I’ll wander, through snowfall,

returning to my home.