A crossroad twice misread

A Crossroads Twice Misread I chose a path with glittered gold, A job that promised dreams untold. Yet each day feels a heavy chain, A suit of pride that hides the pain. I chased a title, not a call, Now trapped within these endless walls. My passion fades, my spirit worn, A silent ache each weary morn. Beside me stands a vow once bright, A love that now feels far too tight. We spoke of futures hand in hand, But built on castles made of sand. Our laughter lost, our patience thin, Strangers wearing tired skin. Two souls that wander, side by side, Yet miles apart, our hopes collide. A career, a love — both misaligned, Paths once clear, now undefined. I dream of doors I did not choose, Of lives I lived but still must lose. But maybe there's a road ahead, A chance to mend the threads I’ve shed. To seek the work that stirs my soul, And love that feels a little whole.