Many a life has been
Planned at the crossroads,
Choosing directions
With last minute ease.
Standing with back turned to
Past indiscretions,
Looking for new roads,
Facing the breeze.
Left turn... Right turn...
Right straight ahead...
Up turn... Return,
Back to the womb.
Crossroads beckon,
Prod and confuse,
Crowded theater
Where destinies loom.
So much to live for...
Too much to lose...
We stand at the crossroads
And choose.
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