Crossway

I am in between two cross-way. My mind is going through two different ways. Don't know wish a way to go. One way is the easy way. Just let everything go. But the other way hold on to tomorrow. It is not that simply letting things go. When you feel so alone. You find yourself looking for the path. I trying to search for the right path for me. Every road has something to give. Each crossway has detours. I still trying to find mine. They are two say of everything. You have to start somewhere. So you can reach your destination. I still looking for mine. But I only one is stand. Everyone is passed me. Maybe the path I am on is not mine. I am on a crossway. With two different directions. At the end of this road. They will be two roads. One road will lead me to happiness. The others lead me to a place that I won't recognize. I don't belong on that road. But this road, I followed will lead me to something I can't put my hand on. The path I have taken is mine.