The start of the cross roads

Once again,i'm stuck at the cross roads,

with just two choices to make.

But i'm scratching my head,

and sometimes i break down and cry.

cos i dunno where to go or whether to hide.

i sit down and ponder,about where would i be,

if i had already move on.

Would i see the thunder storm that rains down my tears?

Or that colourful rainbow glimming as if i was smiling.

Sometimes i wonder,whether should i stay here,

or to choose a path to go.

but sometimes i think to myself

"since i'm here,why not stay put,

wait till i'm sure, to walk that path i should"

but if i stay here,

i would be like a caterpillar.

As i spin my woon, i would wonder ,

whether i might end up being a beautiful butterfly

or would i end up decaying and not being able to fly.

my life is now just like this cross roads.

with just two choices,still i scratch my head.

mayb i'll make my choice soon,

mayb that choice might just never be made.