There are no answers,
when no truth can be gleaned.
A tear can always be mended,
but what happens when a life is split?

There are no answers.

Suppose that I chose the path untroden;
Would it be the solution?
Or a source of dis-illusion?

There is no absolute truth.

Black and white fade to gray,
Until ignorance replaces innocence,
as the questions don't fade.

No matter how far down a path I trod,
I always find myself facing another fork.

Just around the bend.

Perhaps the best route left unmentioned,
would be to forge a new middle-ground.

For who's to say that they all,
don't lead to a similar end?