Nowadays, I feel dumb.
Dumber than I've ever felt.

Dumb for not knowing what I am doing.
Dumb for not knowing what I should do.

Am I setting myself free?
Or Am I ensnaring myself in guilt?

Should I lament my selfishness?
Or rejoice in self-care?

"Go where life takes you, choose where to stay."
But what if I am unable to decide where to remain?

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood."
Both seem to lead to pain and regret.

They say I am heartless,
But, I am just giving my tired heart a needed rest.

I don't know if I am right or wrong.
Guess what? I have forgotten the moral score.

I don't know what I am writing.
There is no sync in my words.

It's my pen that is bleeding,
Every emotion I kept hidden inside.

© Yati