Decision eludes the mind

Realisation of this comes

With happenings indicative

Of the path taken

It doesn't seem to be right

If this really was

The choice to be made

Then why does it fell so sad

On the fork it felt like

The way to go

But didn't anticipate 

That pain will flood with the step first

Wish is to run back 

To go the way other

But then who knows?

If the gates will be open still

With this comes a doubt 

Was it fear of being turned back

Masqueraded as a choice

Which brought it all to this

Am I this weak?

Or is this really the way it's supposed to be?