It seems as though my simple path has come to a fork in the road
Now all that stands is choice

Where do I go from here
with no map to guide me
no compass to take me home

The signs lay askew on the trail before me
Offering no help
no direction to take to free me of my ultimate frustration

Forgive me if I ever think to turn back
from fear of losing myself more with this clouded mind I own and hollow choices I make

Which path can you take
If you are already lost.