Roads and Me

Blue birds sing in the cherry trees, and roads spread out ahead of me. Which to choose, what do I loose with each road chosen? Who will be there, who will care, who will chose to walk the roads I do. Alone, and prone to forget me, how will I remember there is importance in me. No stays, they all walk away, how I wish there will come a road of no loneliness for me. A road with laughter and cherry trees...