The Nountaineer

 

                                            A Question Of Life

Quite often, I ask myself what should I be, just another poet, an apple in a tree?

The answer is out there, it is so difficult to see.

It is shadowed by heartache, it is shadowed by thee.

Should I be a poet?

Should I be a cook?

Should I go to college?

Should I write a book?

The answer is out there, it is so difficult to see.

Will I ever find, what life means to me?