Wednesday, September 28, 2005


I face this path with anxiety-
Something new; how sure can I be?
Oh, I've been here before,
And it frights me even more
To see myself with every step
I know consumes all I've kept.

Are my feet for me to direct?
When its wait has been stretched?
Should we linger-I'd sure perish;
No! All I wish is a journey to cherish.
How should I prepare?
Or, should I even care?

Where can this bring me?
Where I am is where I want to be.
Why am I even here?
Up ahead, I face all that I fear.
Well, maybe somewhere beyond;
There lies where I'd be fond.

Jan Rheinold Amoyo
December 16, 2003

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