I feel that most of my life has been spent at the crossroads.
Each time I choose a different path but it still leads me back to the same sad place.
Everyday I'm stuck at the same 4-way stop.
Should I move forward, turn left or right or should I retreat.
I can feel the fire burning under my feet.
The paths are paved with jagged rock.
Cutting me from all directions they tear my soles apart.
Each new morning is a new shot.
I'll just keep on going while the Devil gives me all he's got.
©budmac38
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