Discombobulation

Discombobulation Standing at a crossroad Before me I can see two choices Visualize it with me… a lonely dirt path with the white double sign illuminating the only options Scary, pick the wrong one and endure a world of hurt and pain before ending back up at this very perplexing place  …That is if back is possible Exciting, pick the right one and live a life of seasonal bliss where no troubles follow everything is right and back is a place never to be thought about again  Seasonal…because eternal bliss is impossible…isn’t it? Back at this crossroad Path right leads me to you,  Path left…you guessed it…takes me far away…away from you I turn and look back, close my eyes and float back to earlier times Times when we seemed happy at least we went through like everything was good I long for this… I reach for it but in the instance it came… it fades away  Not an option… at least not anymore This lifeline went out through my own discourse, from mistakes I made myself and am forced to pay for Pay for in more ways than one…