CHOICES
When you were a young child
you often flicked the lights
on an off in order to be heard.
Now If you listen to a mockingbird
you’ll be led astray since he only
mimics songs of other songbirds.
If you follow the stars for answers
in an astrological fricassee, you ‘ll drown
in an imaginary soup of nonsense.
Who are you going to listen to—
whichever way the wind blows,
advice in your fortune cookie—
you may as well flip a coin.
If you don’t listen to yourself,
who will you listen to?
The ancient sage, Hillel, asks:
If I am not for myself, who will be?