Crossroads

hearts abruptly shattered
and conveniently rearranged
deep ideas that mattered
have recently begun to change
we're struggling for a muse
to be who we always were
ignorant of what we could choose
now our pasts become a blur
the question is the stem of devotion
the keys rest eagerly on their hooks
the answers hide in our emotion
but our apathy is a crook
guiding us to live to suffice
rather than to succeed
we're never doing what we want
only what our bodies need
now we're at a crossroads
to live or to exist
I go back to six years old
and every wish I wished
time does not tick to be wasted
hearts do not pound sitting still
I want the bitter and sweet to be tasted
I want every smile to be real
I don't want to look back
and say "I'd do it all again."
I want to keep moving foward
until I truly reach the end