Oh! These old and irritating cross roads,
Why do they keep showing up?
Whether I utilize hire eleven down the dusty old track, or our faithful Bedford
Oh! They just keep showing up.
Covetous, but sympatric, Heartbroken but considerate
Is permission grained? Am I privileged?
The wind slaps my hard face tied by the processing brain;
Inspite building pain the branches laughed in consent they wave.
Oh! Happiness came with
Luxury smiles, fame clams my plains
Indeed pain has just been framed
Distances has just being claimed
Free at last I just proclaimed!
its evident that no matter where we turn and which road we take, the refrain is still the same...i guess meeting the cross roads is not an option no matter what we will meet them. great poem....i really like it......
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