I stand at the border, wondering whether to cross over,
The wild fire spreading relentlessly, destroying all in its path.
I could predict neither its fury, nor its next victim,
The winds guiding the fire, as inept at decision making.
My mind imposing its logic, my senses their perception,
the battle was fierce, neither willing to converge to a decision.
A few pertinent questions..
Would it not be easier to escape the fire in a city, I knew well enough to navigate?
Is it not human to assume the grass across to be greener without evidence?
Is there any indication of the new land being more secure?
Is it not a coward's act to run away from problems?
Despite the lingering doubt of whether I was being brave or foolhardy,
The questions cleared my perception and I mustered the courage to stay on.
At sunrise: Brimming with energy,backed by the sunshine ,
At sunset: Needs to be gaurded against the shadow of doubt,
The decision
