Life's Paths

I stand where I am and see two paths
One in the clouds and one on the ground
The ends seen differing drastically.

Through the mist there's a castle.
In dirt, a small humble home
Dwarfed so by the parallel.

Destinations too far away
Make a hard decision for me
So eyes focus on the journey.

One path looks so easy
The other shows hard work.
Both have opposition.

It's amazing how much weighs
On the step I've yet to take
Which decides the road I walk.

So hard to decide
Where I want to be
When everything's done.

But each step that I take
Takes me closer to where
The end's waiting for me.

As I walk on
The choice I made
Becomes more clear.

Each step that I take
Is a choice I made ,
Most without thinking.

I walk on.
Unable
To stop now.

Striving to be
Realistic.
Reaching for stars.

So high
Above
Me now.

If only
I had known
Way back then.

When
I
Woke.

That I
Should not
Waste time.

Insufficient

sometimes i have to wonder just where the insufficiencies lie.
because as i look around i see all the people who'd be wrong for me
and think of how they should change their lives
but then i pause and wonder who's thinking that of me.
i know i've lots that needs improvement; lots to learn
so why cant i fix myself, instead of harshly judging others?

Alone

Sometimes I just want to be alone, and sometimes I am petrified of being by myself. Because when alone, not only do you never know who is watching you, and following your every movement, but you are also completely vulnerable to your deepest inner thoughts--which can be overpoweringly shocking.