Crossroad




Alone I stand on a crossroad -
Different roads, different opportunities
Different paths, different responsibilities.
Which one should I take,
I ask myself each minute,
As the wind plays around me -
Dust storms at times,
Sometimes, a pleasant breeze...
Alone I stand on a crossroad.

One road I must choose, I know.
The one that would lead me to happiness
The one that really matters,
The one going through the heart of others.
Alone I stand on a crossroad -
Which road must I take,
I ask myself each minute.

Leave behind something -
As a sacrifice to gain something else.
Something, that really matters -
Something, which means a lot to me.
Things that would teach me the meaning of life.
Alone I stand on a crossroad -
Trying to make up my mind.
Different roads, different opportunities
Different paths, different responsibilities.

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