Now I stand on an unknown path,
With points so vast like someone's wrath.
I must be still and make a choice,
For me to grow with just my own voice.
Some say this and some say that,
This makes my thoughts sink and my face flat.
Pros and Cons are things to consider,
Like a number of meals inside a platter.
I find myself still standing right here,
Wondering thoughts that are full of fear.
Want to believe that now I am ready,
But something whispers saying keep it steady.
Always wanted to take a move on,
But what is it I am holding on?
I just can't keep myself away and mourn,
'Cause I feel the pressure of being thorn.