Edge of Reason

I stand in the middle of contorted cross roads There I have to make a choice of where I go Nothing is clear and all is bleary There are no signs, just the constant unknowing The bellowing wind of utter dryness And so I stand, waiting for me to make a choice All I can do, Is wish I could fly away Run away from these choices,these decisions And the constant nagging of time behind my back Which way should I go Should I even bother standing up The worry of what I shall become, where I shall end up It is behind me all the time Begging for enlightenment I stand in the middle of a contorted cross road And there I have to make a choice of where I go So I look behind me, to my left, to my right and before me With nothing to guide me And so I take a step.....