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
I have never thanked You out loud in public. But Your hands truly protected me that winter. Today, I am reminded of the fragility of life. And am truly grateful for this chance to live to tell the tale after what happened that January. Thank You.
posted by Resurrected @ 23:05
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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.
