Standing in the middle not knowing which way to turn.
If I go left, I lose the things that brings me life.
If I go right, I stand in the doorway of my dreams.
If I stand in the middle, then everything will be the same.
The trees will not move, and the wind would not make a whisper.
As the river sails on by, the trail has no ending.
The jungle is full of wonder, and you do not want to be a wonder.