the cross paths

A fear of loosing what was never mine
with a reluctance to take chance again.
A longing for something so familiar
while being dulled by the mundane .
damn! what cross paths are these, 
that I have walked myself into at sea?

The way I knew left wounds obscure
while the way I yearn is but unsure.
What I left behind, was it right?
or what I am to find, will it be bright?
Alas! I stand at the cross paths here
and question my own thoughts unclear.


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