Cross-Roads

I am standing in distress,

With my confused head.

My shoulders are drooping,

Fear stuck all across my face,

The stomach is creating knots,

The legs are shaking slightly,

I am hesitant to take a step,

Appearing lost in the crowd,

I am holding at the crossroads,

But, I need to choose one path.

The destination is unknown,

All roads seem alike to me.

I have an indistinct thought,

To take the path unexplored.

But, how to decide it alone?

The decision should be mine,

The choice may be right or faulty.

I have to decide on it quickly,

Before people push me from hither,

As I am standing at the crossings.