The carpenter stood uncertain
as he faced the road ahead
-in choosing a new direction
was suddenly filled with dread.
He looked down upon the toolbox
he had confidently grown to love
-unsure if it would be enough.
“It worked here, will it work there?”
Was the doubt that plagued his mind.
“Will it work there, like it worked here?
Do I want the answer I’d find?
Still, I guess it doesn’t make sense
standing here gathering dust.
The longer I stay here
the more I’m likely to rust.”