what would happen
in the loud, busy road
when the light that guides
no longer glowed?

i do not know
where to go
when to stop,
what to wait.

with dozen beeping cars
asking me to move
i stood there with my scars
under disapproving looks.

i do not know
where i could possibly go,
to the left? to the right?
which choice is a safer flight?

when could i stop
trying things i don't wanna do?
when everything flops,
it feels like i couldn't go through.

until when should i wait?
when will my path get itself straight?
what if i'd come there late?
or worst, if the end isn't something to celebrate?

with the world moving fast around me,
i'm stuck with no idea where to be.
is this how it feels to be twenty?

--- March 12, 2022 | 5:16 AM