I see the path in front of me.
Split into three.
The way isn't clear.
Indecision keeps me here.
I've been standing here so long.
My feet are rooted to the ground.
I've seen the leaves, retreat.
Then come back, to see.
Where I'm at, same spot.
I'm afraid to step forward.
One of these paths comes sorrow.
The other doesn't have many tomorrows.
The last has an unknown power.
Possibly, happy.
Possibly, lonely....