On The Eve of Thanksgiving
Swirling wine, clinking glasses
Wine spilt on shirt, merry still
Maybe not the last time
Yet the end is so near
Truth or dare, I have never
Turkey and pies
Spring rolls and gravy
The heart is heavy
But things must end
Crossroads are hard When the time comes to move Sometimes you crash hard Trying to stop the hands of time Which way do I go? Or should I not move at all? Stay rooted in time Stuck in the moment Should I turn back? And run into the arms Of old and safe Be content and sane Crossroads are hard Lead you to the unknown Either way we trudge Is sunshine over there? The crossroads don't tell Perhaps either way Its darkness all around
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