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
The thing is, I am not a man of many words - verbal ones. Perhaps articulating 20% of what crosses my mind or who I am. I do wish to say more, but only to those who matters and those who would be interested.
posted by Resurrected @ 14:51
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As I was driving through the narrow backstreets towards the office, a strange feeling on unease came over me, just briefly, but real nevertheless. I am older and running out of time. I am no longer that 21 year old, brimming with eagerness and energy. I am now a battle hardened, wiser hopefully, more relaxed but still hungry (for adventure) man.
posted by Resurrected @ 11:04
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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.
