Parallel

It is an interesting scenario that I face,
you might say,
Turning left, then right, at the same path
every single day.
Some might say that I could have moved; I have it
My own way,
However, this is not true; I am struggling with a
Parallel dimension
Where left and right has no bearing on the wings
Of ascension;
Except, maybe to keep me within the very
Fine tension
Of This two-tone street – So narrow and with one
Humble abode
That I stare at every single blasted day; a callous,
Cold road.
However, I couldn’t have it any other way,
Truth be told,
For life is so simple when one has only two
Options to face –
We see left, with its familiar winding steepness and
Lack of grace
And of course, Right; unknown, dormant for
The human-race.
Moving forward helps me back to the clearness of
My window,
Staring through, deciding on which path to follow
Tomorrow –
Though my mind is always set on straight ahead;
Absolute sorrow.