Forlorn

Walking along the one way street,
I arrive at a crossroad.
The heart says "take this bend,
To meet your destiny"
"Do it" asserts my soul,
"Yes, yes" whispers the wind.

Now, when am at the deadend,
the heart does nothing but cry,
the soul asks "what have you done?"
the wind stays quiet
and I whisper to myself
"I stand all alone"