I was waiting on a junction,
Every path meeting at one point,
While dispersing out in all directions.
In the wilderness of possibilities,
I was a just confused little girl
Taken back, tugging to my mommy’s *****.
Who knew I would have to make choices
When the outcome is only disaster
What does it matter then
If I choose the yonder or farther route
For I will end up deranged whatever path I take.