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.