Crossroad

Sometimes the paths we are left with
aren't always the best.
We're just holding them in our hands,
struggling to find a way.

Every time another trace of thought is left behind,
something tugs at your heart.
And you kneel to them, in surrender,
for guidance, no matter what it means.

Yet every now and then, I find myself
rambling in space, trapped
by my own fears, surrounded by crossroads...
uncertain where to go.