Lost

Out where time holds no meaning
And independence equals survival
I sit wondering how it is.

How I will know who to trust
How I can earn their trust back
And how I will ever find them

In the void where feelings once were
Nothing but pain and emptiness swell
And I am alone and utterly lost

But two bright beacons flash
Illuminating and driving the dark away
Beckoning me to come to them

I desperately grab for them, and
Follow every turn and twist they make
Never questioning or judging either

But soon their streaming trails split
And I must follow, but which one?
Neither outshines the other at all

I trust them both with my very life
Both urge me in different directions
Neither seeing the other, or my confusion

I dare not slow lest I be left alone
But I cannot leave either
The choice is now. Which will it be?