Trodden Self

Confused between the thin lines

Lingering on the thoughts of disguise

I question, " What to be" and "What not to be"

Started a journey, thousand miles long

I have stuck here on the crossroads and paused

My head forbids me to stop, 

asks me to resume and walk nonstop

Then, my heart starts thudding

requests me to take a turn

I can't be so mean and stubborn.

Brain punches my emotion

Feelings kick my rational. 

Then, my wounded soul bellows.

"Poor me!"

I stand here shaken and trodden:

trapped in between the junctions undecided.