There are none (what is the right path?)

They told me to follow my heart,
to live my dreams and go for the gold.
And I listened with wide eyes and
waited for my life to unfold.

They never told me that the road
I was so easily walking would
split into a thousand paths
and leave me uncertain as I stood.

They told me to find love,
to chase after success, and lead.
And I wonder now if anyone
in the world could succeed.

I chose this path to go on.
But sometimes it seems
the left turn there will be
the right path to my dreams.

Walk through life

I try to walk through life lightly.

Each step a tip toe to the next pass,

hesitating to disturb the road

or trample down the grass.

But sometimes I see the ones

who walk here and there

and leave footprints inches deep.

Boldly, without care.

And it makes me wonder

if I should tread a little firmer,

to leave more of a mark

and more than just a murmur.

Poetry

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bluebird/

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you? 

Charles Bukowski

Pieces

Some sits on a dusty corner of that old childhood bookshelf.
Others are worn down to pieces as strangers touch.
And nowadays, more and more are on glowing screens
as anonymous comments or pictures of inspiration.
Your friends take a couple with them
when they leave for different cities.
Your family will always have more
than you expect, maybe too many.
And no one else knows this,
but you also hide one underneath your covers,
in the place where no one can hear you.
Like a trail of breadcrumbs
or maybe like a shattering of stone,
leave yourself in pieces.
And maybe someone will
go on a treasure hunt for you.