Should I stay or...

big decisions afoot
beckoning me from different directions

on one side
comfort
like a big mama
thick arms
enfolding engulfing in a certainty
you can sneak a peak around the corner
and see it.. your next week
now, wouldn't that be nice for a change?..

and then there is that whisper
a squeak deep in there
enticing from afar
calling out to me like a damn gypsy
limber and agile
liquid movement
always that fire heat within
demanding more..
why?


in my parts they say:
'Better one bird in your hand
than two on the tree'

but me
I like to climb trees..
and anyway
tell me
must I really catch those birds?