Standing by a Crossroad
-This is from my old notebook collection of assorted writings. I found a few old notebooks when I was visiting my father and this particular collection of words dates back to somewhere between late 2013 and early 2014, I think. When this was written a lot was happening around me and these words are something like a stream of consciousness regarding where you are going and what you are doing with your life.
You never said you didn’t know
What was going through my mind
I guess I’m just kinda’ slow
In letting others know what I find
Even as I keep on moving
It’s hard to comprehend
What is this wicked doing
Coming from around the bend
By my side there’s countless others
Whom also have been down
Many sisters and brothers
They are redemption bound
There’s something I must tell you
Something that’s been haunting me
I’ve been acting like a fool
Doing things you can’t believe
I’ve been looking back now
For quite some time
And I can’t figure out how
Just how I burned every dime
When I tell you it’s a pain
You’d better believe it’s true
I was hijacking my brain
Always walking with ragged shoes
So now I’m pledging to you
To help me start on another road
Someday it will be true
I’ll walk tall without my load
And I find hope in the little things
In the dawn of a new day
In the most spirited workers
Toiling their lives away
Now I seek your guidance
Asking you to assist
Pull me out of this deadly dance
Walk me out of the mist
I’m standing by a crossroad
Can’t decide where to turn
On my back’s a heavy load
Of all the bridges that I’ve burnt
It’s a sad story to be true
A bitter twisted tale
Something rightfully reserved by few
To live it and then walk away
I’ve sung with the choir of despair
I’ve travelled across the river of death
I’d tell you where I was going but I dont’t know where
I’m stopping soon to catch my breath
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