Crossroads

what do I do when the leaves are dead?

what do I do with this road ahead?

i'll walk the stretch, and clear the way,

but my feet won't move today. 

what do I do when these trees are surreal?

what do I do when this path can't heal?

because i'm broken even when this scene

and I don't think anything will ever fix me. 

so what do I do when the world is staring?

and the seeds are the only ones caring?

they wrap me up with their pollen embrace

maybe i'll walk out of this place...