I’m standing at the crossroads of
life
Dithering
between moving forward or staying rooted to a spot.
Looking
fondly at the past.
The past that
holds myriad emotions
like a looking
glass reflects various images.
I choose to feel
ashamed of my thoughts
I’m standing at the crossroads
of life.
Marching forward is what the
world guides you to do
But the wretched strings of the
heart ask you to stay rooted to a spot
Reflecting
myriad images of the past .
I am standing at
the crossroads of life.