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
Procrastination is the name of the game but it has to stop tonight. 24 hours more to work through the case. And 48 hours more, I would be home free.
posted by Resurrected @ 19:01
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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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hey, renaissance man.. does that also include lightening up and blogging regularly? i had to trudge through the dense jungle and fight huge spiders to enter this comment *laughs*
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