The sum of every person
that came before me
totals to a place where
I’ve passed inward
what remains is memory
crossroads approaching
decisions made to be
imperiled by thoughts
of risk, unfolding, knowing
full well – there are no wrong answers
So I embrace the unknown
with alacrity
find splendor in its precision,
– order without presumption –
confident that, chance given,
I unyieldingly atone for this
uncertainty in the face of calm accuracy.

© Thespian Drummer / No Wrong Answers