Overwhelmed by the overchoice,
No glimpse of the answers I seek.
Can’t tell apart my voice from the noise,
Or a ridicule from a critique.
Here at the crossroads in between
I choose this path not so nice or mean.
Not lost, I wander with my fears, my tears,
And lessons from my yesteryear.
Lonesome strollers is you and me,
We merge at times magically.
We talk our journeys rough and smooth,
Stories of our bittersweet youth.
Breaking chains, missing trains.
I go from A to B and B to nowhere.
Nowhere different just somewhere new,
But the journey never ends, you know?
Daily prompt : Journey