undecided

Many roads diverge on a concrete jungle,
Metal beetles travel every direction,
And I stand undecided.

Some head home to empty houses,
Some to unappreciative bosses,
And I stand undecided.

One full of boxes anticipates a new life,
While one hopes to escape its current trials.
And I stand undecided.

Many push me toward their destinations,
Dark with pain and broken promises,
But still I stand undecided.

While most paths choke with travelers,
The smallest remains barely noticed,
Why am I still undecided?

Not many beetles converge on it,
But one beckons me to follow,
Can it sense I’m undecided?

Devoid of the hustle and bustle,
The smallest path holds much intrigue.
I stand not quite so undecided.

This beetle shines with light from within,
I feel its calming truth and love.
Finally, I have decided.