Dilemma

the memories of the past
echoes silently in my ears
some are quite aghast
but others bring me cheers

caught in between the paths
which road shall i take
confused as to look at what
seems to be right but causes aches

no matter how much i ponder
it seems the truth still haunts me
the blackest tears still glitter
warmth of laughter flashes fiercely

it's though the mind plays tricks
to what must have been and should be
the truce between sensibility and logic
will be longed for but with difficulty

the quandary is a tight spot
i miss the days
i miss them not
nevertheless endless ways