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.
when doubt starts to set in, i endeavor to make sure the paper and ink take a fair share of it from me.