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
Just another Sunday trawling the streets of KL, surrounded by a mass of bodies and chatter as one tries to find a quiet corner for some solace and peace. Drove straight into a storm as I made my way across the city and the heavy downpour gives a different tint to the view. And my thoughts drifted to you, in the middle of all the chaos.
posted by Resurrected @ 23:51
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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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