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
My heart is still restless. I miss being out there, seeing the world passing me by. New sounds, new sights, new smell and new tastes. Adventure. Experience. People.
posted by Resurrected @ 19:20
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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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Being out where?
BTW, r u taking part in the upcoming StanChart marathon?
Anywhere really except the familar.
Ne, will be away? Are you running?
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