What is the point of life when torn in two?
Or even three or four?
Why do we strive on emotion?
Why must we choose our fates?
I sit here dwelling on my choice,
Not sure of which path on this road...
God wishes for me to take.
I have a choice between mother and father to make.
One seems to lead to destruction and pain,
The other has some light...
But I'm confused.
Does the other have light too?
I feel there's nothing I can do,
Nothing I can say,
but am stuck at this dead end of two paths.
I watch as one crumbles in dismay
in front of my tear-filled eyes.
I wish to reach out to that path
and cure the flames within it.
I cry out to those I love on that path
With everflowing tears that seem to never end.
That path seems to crash and burn and all I can do...
is watch...
in disbelief.
I am paralyzed.
I cannot move my arms.
My knees are glued to the the gournd,
and it feels as though I am choking on tears.
My head throbs with this pain while my heart seems to burn.
I look to the other path that seems to force me its way,
yet I am distant and far from it.
It is foreboding, and I feel nothing.
I am numb with anguish and despair yet all I can do is trust in You. You tell me to trust in You,
follow Your ways,
yet I seem to be stuck and unable to do anything.
I am but a single figure standing alone at this fork in the road.
One path seems to lead to pain and utter chaos and destruction,
The other seems to have the same but in a different way.
I wish not to choose
worrying I'll choose the wrong path,
So...
I sit here at this fork in the road,
In the midst of the forest as the thick fog creeps in around me
Masking me from all I know...