Do I dare to dream?
Dare to hope that things may be as I wanted,
as I had planned, long ago
when every part of my life had a plan, had a path.
If they slide now towards that path I carved for them
am I a fool to follow on?
Should I give it up as false,
or follow it, throw caution to the wind and join the world
I once lived in, that I once knew..
I am torn.
This new path has pain, but also uncountable pleasures,
unfathomable depths, unlimited possibilities.
Pain is but a small part of this, and manageable
to a point.
Choices lie before me, every day a choice,
every day a moment of pure nostalgia.
I have decisions to make.
And a life-path to choose.