The enigma

What’s down the road?
Where no one ever goes
Filled with grief and sorrow
But even bliss as it might too.
While my mind resents the idea
My heart reasons that I should
Go down the road
Where no one ever goes
Does it really matter?
Which path I choose;
Because I stand in an enigma:
Why is my heart thinking?
And brain feeling?
A questionable road;
A questionable soul
So
I must go down the road
Where no one ever goes
Maybe we both will find
The answer, who knows?

-Maliha Ansari