Poetry From The Eye of A Storm

Three Roads

I took a ride on my bike one day,
not knowing what to do.
Before me laid three roads to go down.
One was old, one was home, one was new.

The old road is the one I keep revisiting,
it has streets filled with past memories.
It makes me mad, it makes me sad,
because I know I can't go back.

The new road is the one that scares me the most.
Because I never know what I'll find.
It's never the same, constantly changing,
which always seems to call out my name.

The road to home is the one where I should be.
It's the most peaceful of the three.
Having the home that I reside in,
and the streets filled with the people I need.

So why is it that the old and new roads,
are the ones that seem to attract me?