And so it ends
Why must all journeys have a destination?
Perhaps I enjoy the journeys too much....
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
How do you love when your heart is still in pieces, pulling in different directions, swirling in confusion? How do you care for anyone when you are incapable of dealing with your own demons?
Someone said I don't look any different from 8 years ago. 8 years ago? Oh my. I really need to stop looking so boyish else I won't be taken seriously. But hmm, I always thought I have aged somewhat.