Will Bridges

People used to think I was a really good poet so I figured I haven't wrote in a while. Why not put something down this morning? 

Thoughts wandering in chaos across the world inside my mind's eye.
Truth on my thought's wagging tongue not allowing me to whisper faintest of lie.
Reaching a crossroads near the river of mystery with both directions quality unseen.
Showing benevolence towards my seed so his roots will take and his leaves will be green.

A new way of life before my senses but not quite scribed in any stone.
A path that is mine but a path forgotten that I may have to walk alone.
How good can I be if my words of the past are lost in the depths of my confusion?
Maybe I'm found and it is my uncertainty that is creating this wayard illusion.