Crossroads.
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Standing at a crossroad
with decisions to make
Sometimes hard to tell left from right
Sometimes afraid of all the mistakes
What accidents lie ahead?
Which lights will be green?
Which lights will turn red?
Speeding along or
traveling at a slow pace
Whatever the method
you'll get there someday
You may get lost
and you may have to stop.
There will be bumps in the road
and sections cut off
There will be natural disasters
and safety hazards
but no matter the way
We'll all get there someday.
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whatever is needed to be said
Poetrycrap that the world needs to hear A range of short to long poems to rants and ideas.
