Crossroads
Thousand days have passed,
thousand stares at the mirror
mulling over the roads
one brittle the other a rock
Couldn't one have both?
Perhaps time for a wise thinking
perhaps what is loved is never loved
and what is dulled is never dulled
the heart wonder,
over the road not taken
would mother and father be any other?
would the common worry disappeared?
As time crawls by
diluted in the rocky dry road,
as comforted as the molds on the frames
one still wonders,
over the crossroads
I do not think I will regret choosing this rocky road
at least time will tell.
it is only to the time to answer
nothing else
No comments:
Post a Comment