Good days bad days. Good choices bad choices.
And which way are you going to take now?
You see the restriction indicator on the left, no one taking that path.
And the unrestricted one, all populated.
The wet drops from your windshield are in perfect contrast with the burn you feel in your brains.
You open the window and breathe the humid air of the forest, you slow down as much as you can.
If only the forest, the birds, the velvety moss could whisper the correct answer.
Images of your already lived life flash before your eyes, and your heart is shouting out for release.
For a new beginning.
And you spin the wheel….your choice has been made.