So many crossroads we see in this life. The right way is wrong and the wrong way is right.
I choose one at random to see if I fall. Where does it lead? I don’t learn after all.
For there were more roads when I walked that way. Only more decisions leading to dismay.
How can I choose without knowing the reason? I find myself lost in a world between seasons.
Tired and weakened, I finally see the end. Down one more road and around a bend.
I don’t understand this. I’ve been here before. On the day this all started, the day I was born.
Every path on these roads brought me to here. Something unseen, but always so near.
The crossroads, the journey, were to help me see. The reason I kept going was so I could find me.
