Crossroads

Standing on the edge of the road,
Is it the lonely one, or the one with the shiny board,
My head is full of doubt,
Dont expect an answer, there ain't anyone to shout.

It looks like I am all alone,
Swimming in a crowded sea, trying hard not to moan,
The earth, its full; but only with its problem galore,
Gone are my dreams to be a folklore.

You always have to make a choice, there is no middle ground
You cannot dance with the fairies looking like a hound,
The things you do today will show you the light;
Fight, fight everyday without knowing if you're right!

Its all for a race, the one you are indifferent about,
A dream so worthless you can actually live without;
Yet you must run the run or be mocked around,
But you cant stop so keep dancing to the sound.

There are moments where you try to stop and reflect,
To see where you are going and what have you left;
However, you can't take a pause for too long,
A play is playing; it looks empty without the song.

So here I am carrying myself,
Cursing, abusing and loathing oneself,
Moving towards the shiny board , the easy way,
I wish to object, but do I have any say!!