Impulsive writing I just let the words come out on their own,so yeah I have no idea how it actually is. Feel free to criticize it..really..just be honest. It's been a while since I've been traveling on this slow paced escalator My destination: fixed... And running only gets me there faster.. Choices were never hard to make when you knew what you had to do.. choosing what's right is never easy but promises to get you through.. But I find myself at crossroads and for once in my life,the hiker in me baffled for the 2 streets never seem to meet.. And suddenly the escalator breaks down Choices were never hard to make Doing what's right gets you through they say but the other street though dark seems tempting to me.. Standing at crossroads.. Signboards tell me where I should be.. My heart telling me where I want to.. Making this choice is never easy.. And just like me,I'm sure you'll get there someday, on your slow paced escalator.. wishing you'd been climbing a ladder..