diverged

Safety first, I tell myself lies
Practicality implies
This logic is a pathetic attempt at comfort

In hands my head will rest
There’s such an ache inside my chest
Where can I find the answers for these questions?

Two places I call my own
The hearts that have all become my home
How do I decide which faces to pack?

My peace of mind all but erodes
These are my two diverged roads
Mr. Frost they are both excessively traveled, I feel no difference here