Analysis of Passed Through Life While Sitting on a Bench

I found Myself at a crossroad in life.
As I walked, I saw Me, another Me,
sitting in a white colored bench, dressed in sweat,
with flowers in my head.

I joined Myself in what seemed to be an endless silence.
Then I, the other I, began to speak and I had no idea what I was saying
but my voice felt soothing to my ears.
The bench turned grey and cold.
My words kept spilling like an eternal shower of "maybes" and "what ifs"
but the more I spoke, we spoke, the further away we drifted from eachother.
I told myself that I was no longer my own,
but that the world had a grasp on on who I was.

Me and I, seemed exactly the same
but I was closer to the other side than I could ever hope for.
The bench turned black.
I stood up, and I stood up and two smiles spread
like the road we had before us.
I saw Myself walk away, turned my back,
but the road I had come from was no longer there.