At crossroads then, one too many a time
With lurching heart to tread yonder
pulling at opposites, I stopped to ponder
One too many times again,
A tug, a nudge maybe even
a reluctant push
To achieve a wayward dream
In a distant horizon
At crossroads still, with wider paths
Too many escapes, too many space
A string of pebbles escape in myriad directions
I follow the hollow ones,
I turn back, sigh, heave, pant
Wrong again.
The good ones are all gone
I will wait
The dream waits
A never ending wait
For another crossroad to come by.
