by Dave's Pen
Some days, in the face of uncertainty, might as well stay put. Why bother proceeding?
|From start to finish, onward! Go!
But looking back o’re ark of time, the ends unseen, the journey mean.
To which, for what, whyever for? Go?
No, I think not again the road entices, for here I sit, my own devices
incapable of forward thrust to move.
Another day I’ll stay, none to lose, and even less again to prove.