UNKNOWN

I regret things I do
And remember missed opportunities
Concealed I am
From others around
Words are lost
And emotions dwell in thoughts
Wanting
Things to be said
But not knowing
How to say them
Time is running out
Can I be saved
From this confusion
Two paths
Are placed in front of me
Shall I go
The well beaten path
Or the road less traveled
Or shall I walk
My own way
Through the woods