Pick a bench

As I

walk

through

I know

that 

there 

are 2

benches.

I will

sit at

them

for 

different

reasons.

The first

is 

right

under 

a sky light.

I can

see outside.

I can see

the Stars

at night.

Or the sun

in the middle of

the day.

I sit here

when I am

calm.

When I 

feel calm

inside.

Happy.

The second

is all 

the way down

the

hall 

in the corner.

It is

a bit 

dark.

But if 

I sit just

right 

I can see

 a little 

bit of the

light

shining

in.

I can also 

see a reflection.

Its a 

reflection

of me.

A bit

distorted.

I sit 

here when 

I am lost.

When 

I am 

in distress.

When

I do not

know what 

to do.

I walk 

down

the hall.

I pass 

the bench

in the sun

and keep going.

As I reach

the second 

bench,

I know I 

am lost.

What direction

should I

go.

Should I

take this risk.

I look

at my reflection,

I need to

look in 

my eyes

to find

an answer.

because

right 

now at this

moment

I am

lost.

My path

is not making

sense.

I am listening

to other

voices 

but mine.

I know I

am lost.

I just

do not

know where

to go.