May be tomorrow...

Which way to go, what road to walk,He asks the winds,

hoping for an answer, which no one has it seems,

If he goes left, will he get what he wants?

Or may be the right,to drive away the fear that haunts,

He doesn't know, Not yet, May be tomorrow, But not yet,

Should he go for the woods, and search the unknown,

or head for the crowd, and be secured about his future,

some say go your own way, but no one tells how to,

some say to do what's the best for him, as if he knew it all the time,

He doesn't know, Not yet, May be tomorrow, But not yet,

The paths call for him, luring him with promises, and surprises,

He often gets tempted, for he's just a boy, who has many a dreams,

This confusion is tearing him apart, and pulling him in all directions,

He wants to take a decision, but halts at the crossroads,wondering if his compass is right,

He doesn't know, Not yet, May be tomorrow, But not yet...


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