This road we walk down

Is a ladder up to where we belong.
Do we climb or do we fall?

Do we let our insides twist and knot the string of fate,
Is the chord muffled and unclear-

I'm no longer sure what road it is I walk down.

But now I must decide.
The paths diverge,
the way ahead of me is clear,
I can choose to move on with my life,
or I can choose to stay here.

I want to pick her,
but I don't want to get hurt.

My mind wants to run away,
but my heart tells me to stay.

I've got the reigns of fate in my hands and I am the one who is deciding,
and she doesn't even know how much that grip is sliding,
away from what I know to be safe, to something dangerous and alluring,
I think this is one way to help pass the time.

I don't know if I believe in destiny,
but there truly is a divine evil.
That laughs at my inconsistency,
who chooses what I ought to be.

No more.
I have walked down this road before,
and now I've stopped to ask directions.
Will she be my guide,
or will she be the one who takes me somewhere even better?
Either way,
I'm driving nowhere.