Crossroads

Sometimes I don’t see the crossroads in my life
I’m driving, and the radio is playing
And I’m on the open road
Then suddenly I’m in the forest
And I don’t know how long I’ve been driving in the forest
I made the turn somewhere back in the past

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  1. Very interesting poem, something I can relate to right now. =) Thanks for posting!

    -Casper

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