As I stood in confusion at the fork in the road, I tried not to listen to the voices which were pulling me in two different directions at once
I tried to listen to my heart, but it was drowned out by the voices
So I still sit here at the fork; time is passing and I need to make a decision
I need to start living my life, but it has to be right
I guess I've know all along what choice to make, but it's never as easy as it should be
Doubts cloud our sunny days with worry and confusion, the worry that if you make the right choice you'll never be happy, but this life is only temporal
What lies ahead is eternal and to be eternally happy is worth giving up all the worldly vices, which promise us so called happiness and bring us nothing but pain and longing in the end
And would it all be worth it? Just for those few moments of deluded happiness.

Waking to meet the morning with heavy lidded eyes
Moving in slow motion as if under a dreamy spell
As you meet the day, motion becomes level and up to speed
Which brings us back to reality so quickly and abruptly that we lose the dreams from the night before which seep into our subconscious way deep down so as not to disturb us thoughout our day in the so- called "real world"

Love has so many faces
Some are recognizable
Some are not
Some are fuzzy and are waiting to come into focus
And some you've always known...

When sadness sets in sometimes we have to dig for the reasons. Is it missing the routine of your old life? The people, the familiar places, the memories and times? I think that it's all of that. When being apart from those things, it makes you feel alone, but you know that you have to leave to be able to come back and the possibility of coming back sooner looms on the horizon so that's a good thing. And you want to tell people that you might come home sooner, but you also want to surprise them, being away makes you realize just how good the friendships that you have are, and just how much sweeter coming home will be.