Two from which to choose
As my youth whizzes by me,
faster than the speed of sound,
I make my plea,
to come fully around.
And I know I can’t go and path my past,
but I can redirect my future.
With two places that give off warmth
home grows questionable,
which one do I choose?
And they say me,
chose me,
but none is right,
For I should be at both homes,
Is nice.