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Crossroads



Will we ever know

Our thoughts gather dust like distant times long forgotten

Our minds meet at the crossroads to nowhere

Time stands still in mists of misfortune
Creating fortune where time moves fast

Another cry for a help, a plea not heard

We exist where we find existence

And find happiness when mysery becomes our friend

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  • storiesuntold gold member
    October 15, 2008

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    I hear this one loud and clear

    Often we are dissatisfied with our life until we find we are at our end and as the missery takes hold we begin to search out what happened and in the search finding we had it all why have I chosen less by refusing it all these years