Standing by a Crossroad

by alexrambler

-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