Youth blooms with

Bright colors

Bold attitudes

Endless enthusiasm

So it seems...

That life is a

Wonderful ride

Paved full of

Expectations

Condoned

By society

But the under toad

Lurks at every turn

In that crooked road

Croaking out a

Different refrain

When the trail

Turns cold

And one is

Stranded

Suddenly

Left alone

At a cross-road

Cloaked in a crisis

Of indecision

Whether to

Take one path

Or another

Which one

Leads to

Oz...

Or

Kansas...

Some choices

Are real

Turning points

Which direct

The flow

Of one's life

Forever...

Poised at the precipice

Is no choice at all

Life changes

Whether one desires

Direction or not.

Click your heels together...

Time to choose.

[Edited 11/29/11 1:55am]