Torn

Not just a fork in the road

There must be 20 different ways

Not a one I wouldn't choose

Its a curse agahst

Agaze

 

Which one to pick

This, I don't know

My mind goes a different path

Than my heart wants to go
 

My limbs all flee

In different directions

A modest showing

A modist reflection

 

I lay there now

Still among different paths

Bleeding blood

Of ryhmes and wraths

My limbs have gone

Their seprate ways

I think I know now

Im torn