MY CROSSROADS
The crossroads of my life are cruel
Which way shall I go;
will I look like a fool?
Is there away to know?
Where the path will lead me
Beneath my footsteps below
the dirt is soft, uneasy.
No certainty... go slow?
Follow my instinct; yeah, right
Well, much worthy of thought.
Only the future will tell,
what choices have brought.
Once tread upon, my road is stone
Hard to travel or to trust,
because
I feel I am all alone.
