Crossroad

Standing at this crossroad,
Am clueless of the path,
That brought me here,
And also of the one,
I should take.

Standing at this crossroad,
Am filled with regret,
For the wrong turns taken,
And those turns,
That I failed to take.

Standing at this crossroad,
I look at the paths ahead,
All dusty and desolate,
Not a soul in sight,
With wisdom to partake.

Standing at this crossroad,
Realization hits me,
I am truly alone,
The ambiguous cloud that's future,
Is mine to make.