I stand here, hot, on this hellish, harsh path
Tired, I ponder to observe the roads
That separate our own smooth, soft silk breath
We begin our new life, holding more loads.
 
As my peers pass past me, already set
Here I stand, 16, can’t decide my fate
I must move, so I break apart upset
Dividing myself, taking all paths’ weights.
 
Although I move through scholarly subjects
My soul is still idled where the path splits
What I am to do here is too complex
So, I still progress, moving on as bits.
 
Unsure I may be on these thin wires,
But my soul now travels on my desires.