crossroads

In the middle, not sure which way to go. North, south, east, west, Stuck in the middle of differences, in the middle of problems, in the middle of chioces. Not ready for the decidion of chosing my own path, my own light. Scared of the crossroads, and the fact that i might destroy all the good by taking the wrong path. Up, down, right, left one road leads to the light the other three are paved with sorrow and tears and midnight and horror, so how do i decide how do i decipher the good from the worse. As i bow my head in anguish, I close my eyes, turn around, and walk forward.