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
Running away from something, she said accusingly, almost everytime he tells her the kind of hours he puts in. Perhaps there is some truth in it. But now she can't accuse him of running away, because the real issues are right smack where he spends his time, running away.
posted by Resurrected @ 19:29
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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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