Crossroads

Standing at the crossroad, I asked myself Will this road take me to my abode? Or will I return yet again to regret Will I ever stand at a crossroad again? Life’ decisions as simple as they seem Are harder to take The fear of risk overbearing Shunts the opportunity that’s to be Treading the same familiar path is our forte Not realizing the gain elsewhere that were to be Who cares finally, six feet under do I eventually go Didn’t matter if I had gained or lost more I once had a purpose to life, to be highly evolved Struggled hard to work on it for a while But soon the worldly pursuits controlled And made me the being that I am today!