So now, my lane has forked into two....
I don't know which to choose....don't know what to do.
One is the same old lane I walked miles alone.
Other is a new lane....with the bright lights on.
As the wintry night has hit my street...
I could see the new lane as far as it's lit.
New life awaits there... new people and new sights.
Atleast I won't have to stare at my worthless nights.
I take a step towards that lane....but stop again.
Something inside me was wrenching in pain.
What is it....that's holding me back?
Is it the confidence to try.... that I lack?
Or is it the memories which is tied to this lane
The memories I don't want to get overwritten.
As this dilemma grows inside me
I become tangled....it's hard to come out free.
Standing at the crossroads....I don't know what to do.
I stare at the lanes ahead....forked into two.