At The Cross Roads…

At The Cross Roads... short poem

Photo by Peat Bakke

At the cross-roads I stand
I ask myself to answer my questions,
My ever lingering past and my evanescent future,

I stand at the cross roads looking at the beautiful sunset in anticipation of a beautiful sunrise.
At the cross-roads I stand, with dreams left afar and destiny beckoning me.

I finally sink in my own ox-bow lake, quickly seeping in the sands of time,
left out by the meandering river of infinity.

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