Choices in life,
Often, are at extremes.
The roads travelled-
habit.
Those not- dreams.
That feeling of
helplessness,
Is okay in those moments.
Moments which force
evaluation,
Of actions, of
consequences.
Of causes, of effects.
Maybe life doesn’t allow
rectifications,
Letting a part of its own
self be laid to waste.
Goes on and on- on a path
predisposed,
Destinies shaped by fate.
Would have been lot
easier,
If only, there were middle
paths too.
Some more choices, less
extreme,
Sparing us some pain on
the move.
