How Thy Feet Linger

I stand, stand unsure.

Tell me, please tell me where to go.

The worst torture in the world

Is not to be absent of decisions, but

To be indecisive!

Well, actually, it is good

To at least have a choice.

But by gosh, tell me what I must do.

So many directions.

I could travel down many paths.

I could walk down many roads.

“Any direction you want,” you say?

My boat lingers in murky darkness,

Where shall I send it?

I can see no where, and infinitely, in all directions.

Tell me, kind person, please tell me where

I shall go.

Oh, but how thy feet linger.

And so I shall stand here, in total darkness, forever awaiting your command...

All I shall do is await your failing command...

All you've given me...Are dying flowers. Nothing more...