The same old pavement

The same old place

The same old gentle wind

Breezing with same grace

Everything around me is familiar

Just like it used to be before

Yet my own persona feels unfamiliar

My mind seems to be at war

The stars are shinning all around me

But to me they look like flashing lights

Making me too blind to choose a road

Nothing anymore is black or white

These shades of colors are so deceitful

Which one to pick? which one to leave?

To me, each path looks identical

Has time made me this naive?