Crossroads
I cannot say what it portends,
To forever leave my home and friends.
To travel world, to knowledge seek,
To loneliness, forever keep.
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Maktaba's long been my home,
But a record keeper always roams.
With no companion but the page,
While travelling across world's stage.
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My mother trod a similar path,
But who's to say that I could last?
Travelling takes heavy toll,
And what am I but Arizal?
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Damn it, still within my room,
As setting sun casts twilight's gloom.
I guess my thoughts I shall record,
And try to keep my fears abhorred.
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To record keep has been my dream,
But these doubts, they whisper, murmur, scream.
Know what I want, know what I fear,
But what if no answer appears?
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Need a change, I need a break,
This anxiety I must forsake.
Say to myself, "alrighty then,"
"Perhaps a poem I shall pen."
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But the question's ever there,
And I cannot run from this despair.
And I lie in room, within the dark,
Asking stay, or perhaps depart?