Am I deceived by what I see
Or does the rose really smell good?
Was it the right turn to take?
Or does moving forward is all that matters
The feet struggle between the heart and mind
I stop, turn back and see where I have come
Sometimes I feel I am on the right
At other instants, we are in opposite directions
Or is it because of a complex emotion
Would it be better to reconcile the differences?
Or I just need to give it time
I still keep walking, with a hope in my heart
Something awaits me at the end of the path
Someday, I will reap the benefits of these times
Someday, the directions would align