Crossroads
Cold, bleak crossroad,
ominous decisions to decode.
Life's trivial mazes,
like a riddles phrases.
All arrows pointing back,
forward you go into the strange black.
Foreign, daunting territory,
unwritten is this story.
Options neither right or wrong,
unraveling truths prolong.
Space and time bind you,
persist, and you can achieve a dream come true.
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