at every turn round the corner,at every descent down the steps,i end up at crossroads.
should i take a left or turn right.should i go with the crowd or take the path less traveled.
should i move forward or retrace my steps....confused and clueless i remain stranded at crossroads
Friday, March 4, 2011
just a poem
Standing at crossroads,
in midst of mayhem,
searching for sanity,
I spend my days away.
Among agonies and struggles,
beyond materialistic joys,
I attempt to stand tall but content,
until its my turn to wither away.
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