Cross-Roads

At the crossroads that I stood

I am sure I felt my rushing blood

Despite that clear sky, in spite of all that rights

There I stood, thinking of all my trite

Bit all my nails, stripped all my veils

I stood naked, feeling like my brains baked

Plenty of roads on that joint

But which one does my future did point

I never knew as my heart went quiet

Is the road less traveled or the one that is trampled

Is the road less bouncy or the one that is all lousy

There I stand at the cross road looking for a light.

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