I ignore the sign Rush towards the crossroads Trembling, I stand Unable to choose Thoughts dip in and out I let them pass, no use How can I pick the right road? Toss a coin, heads you lose I feel the flow of blood Rush to my head I linger too long Chasing old dreams I drift toward the right-hand path My thoughts drifting after me They fray like old cotton on a slow draft My path chosen, I let my legs Take me where they will…
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