I am one day older ..
maybe wiser, maybe not
the days are a bit colder ...
time has put me on the spot
right there at the crossing
some say its just a day
like any other, who cares
for me though, as it may
its not the same, i dare
say boldly; at this crossing
so much time has gone,
what have I done with it?
no idea, as I stand alone,
in this blistering heat,
at the center of this crossing
I don't see much to live for,
I take life day by bloody day!
Work and then work some more,
For tomorrow, I really can't say.
Why am I at this crossing?
Here at this four point divide,
all my life's actions culminate here,
Its time again for me to decide,
where next my life to steer,
A choice to be made; at this crossing!
so these are my options,
left, right, back, forth,
I contemplate my actions,
and whether they're worth,
to choose from this crossing
strangely I am inclined to the left
I feel I am on the wrong parallel
maybe my true straight lies farther on
this pull, this will, well it wins
and I choose left, to find my fated right.
Image: Petr Kratochvil,
Happy Birthday In Sand
