I'm standing at the crossroads.

A perfection of ultimatum,
A decision to be made.
I feel regret and remorse,
To choose is to leave one behind.

Flip a coin, heads or tails,
In the air I'll decide.
Don't go with the first,
For the second wouldn't exist.

Debating with possibilities,
Conflicting attractions.
Pulling me towards one.
Pushing towards the other.

Epiphany.
What if I never choose?
To stay here in the plus.
The road less traveled.

The coin lands on its rim,
An everlasting spin.