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.....
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