A heavy heavy stone
Weighs down upon my head
Can't get up, can't get out
so why not stay in bed?

Fear, exhaustion, loneliness
trembling anxiety
Boredom, lack of interest
these emotions well inside me

Am I hiding? Or do I see
for the person I am at heart?
Is the truth at the end of the journey
or am I learning from the start?

In front of me my paths diverge
like stars upon the sky
too numerous, by far, to count
the question is, which one I try.

A thousand different road sighs
point in every way
"North!" "East!" "West!" "South!" They shout.
All the livelong day.

But in the end, it's up to me,
to pick which way I go
The decision comes too damn fast
though I wish it were quite slow

No matter which, path I pick
I better choose, and make it quick.

Through and through, me and you
I'll do the best that I can do.

In this stage, this too young age
in my book, the college page.

Questions too, and answers few
I'll do the best that I can do.

AcB 3.2.98