Path

I sit unbelieving,
as choice enters the realm,
And light will never be the same.

I stand as transformation,
leads to a new journey

and dark disappears.

I wait to see which hue will appear,
Staying away,
from those in between.

A maze, a foggy trick of imagination,
or can I believe,
that the path will clear,
and a new one will be set free.