there are too many options
too many paths where i could make some wrong turns
and everything would be ruined

the path that would make me a pariah
she's everything i could've been if the world hadn't crashed down
that smile so sweet, dark rimmed glasses
resting on her cheeks

the path that would take me to wealth
he takes his lovely self to lovely places.
unabashed, and a social butterfly
our handwriting makes a perfect mess
and i know i would be happy here

the exciting path, the one that could kill me
exhilarating to have someone so unfamiliar
with how my mind works
and more fixated on bodily things..
perhaps in another life
perhaps if i felt bodily things

the path im unsure would be possible
but one i wouldn't mind to travel
with the blue-haired girl
ill see her today and ill fall in love
a little each time
but she will never feel the same.

so many paths
i often wonder how long it will take
before the right one comes along

- //: if you couldn't tell, im in search of a soulmate.