If I take another step forward
I’ll be on the road to nowhere
The road that the hopeless take
The road for those without a care
Is the journey worth it?
Is this really where I want to go?
Is something waiting for me on the other side?
Something that I just don’t know?
And who really is to say
That the road truly leads to nothing?
Maybe it does go to somewhere
That the stories are all just covering
Maybe I can really get somewhere
If I decide to go this way
But right now I think that choice
Should be reserved for another day
Because right now I’m standing at the crossroad
And I feel perfectly content
I think I’d like to stay here a bit
But I know this is a choice I can’t prevent
I'm such a rubbish poet. Octa, if you could give me some feedback, I'd absolutely love it. You're the best poet I know.