Not one in the crowd..

Standing at those countless crossroads in life
Urge has always been to choose the route with just least strife
Of wisdom and ignorance, I chose ignorance bliss
And of courage and cowardice its been unadorned cowardice

Regrets for the past and fear of the future
Choices I made ripped my present already stuttered
Looking back and forth, I stay imprisoned all today
While remorse and suspense enjoy their impish play

Of the two diverging roads that lay in front
Armed with lessons from past and plans for future brunt
I take up the most travelled course for the fear of the game
And end up being one in the mob gone mad insane

Trudging my way amongst the noisy crowd
Ofcourse got some name and made my teeny pocket proud
For pretext of difficulties, forever forgiving mental sloth
I thank god for not being just the one, in the crowd.