A Fork in the Road
Fork in the road
What can I write?
About how I feel.
The love that I know,
And the fears that I have for it.
I have found an angel,
The brightest star,
Sometimes it's rays can blind me,
But why does it hold me at bay?
The light seems to grow,
And reassures me that it won't disappear,
We are connected,
But why do I feel like,
All could be taken away,
In a painless quiet moment,
Behind strong closed doors,
I would never know.
An easing out of what has been used,
Replaced with a new and fresh fountain.
A source that I would call my home,
That is part of me and isn't me.
Kill, if to be killed,
The natural instinct,
But who ever heard of a love for a love?
Irrational, I just can't decide,
But I have seen this script before,
A thousand times, I was the author.
A judgement day.
So here now I am,
At a fork in my road,
One way is solitary and unfairness,
Born from not being stirred,
For there is nothing to stir,
The other way, it's hard to see the horizon.
What can I see?
I can see my heart being robbed,
By another who could be myself,
Simply in a different form,
Offering everything that I do,
Yet with more.
What do you do?
When your being has been sapped,
She has nothing left to give,
It as all been manifest,
And you have nothing to say,
It would seem, all has been said.
Burdens that I place on my shoulder,
The straps are digging in,
Whatever happens will happen,
I will say to myself,
Yet my destiny is in my own hands.
This, I know.