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
After two gas stations down the lonely stretch of Americana, none carried the holy grail of American consumption. It was down to an store of world repute to show us the the way. On a dark lonely road, the holy grail was found. All 64 oz. of it.
posted by Resurrected @ 15:25
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A young man from humble beginnings trying to make sense of this mind boggling world. Sometimes a perfectionist, mostly a dreamer. But finds it easier to be practical. Despise tardiness and dishonesty. Loves a good conversation or debate.
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