Indecision of the Heart, Disconnection of the Mind

There are two paths,

As there usually are—

Maybe three, five.

When weighed on a scale

They come back even,

Teetering up and down,

Back and forth.

No color more

Desirable to the eye.

To go left, your feet

Would center in soft

Mud, yellow wildflowers

Tickling your ankles

In the flowing hill

Before you. And right,

The smell of salt,

Winds running through

Your ears, boulders

On a cliff edge beside

The vivacious ocean.

For your neighbor,

One is hardly

Considered. For your

Sister, one is easily

Skipped onto.

But for you,

Well,

You are still staring

As everyone asks

For answers.

There is no end

To your debating,

So you begin down one.

Surrounded by fluffed

Fields, grazing grass,

Tranquility.

You try to set your feet

With confidence.

You make it halfway.

And then, like a pulse

Of lightning zipping

through your body,

Like a branch

Swiping your feet and

Knocking you on your back,

Like a vision of certainty

You know,

With utter conviction,

This is the wrong

way.

It is the rocky

Trail on the coastline,

The blue, not

The green, you are

Meant to traverse.

Oh time, why wasted?

Oh heart, why confused?

But now, clarity.

Conviction.

You turn back with

Smiling sincerity,

Skipping. Sure,