Crossroads in the world of the past and present.
The lost memories are our tracks as we wander.
No clues to where this path will lead us.
Let alone if it is just a trick to decieve us.
My feet skim a broken mirror.
As my eyes fall upon it and I see his face.
The way he used to look at me.
Except there is no hope in misery.
Silence seals the ground.
As we stare into the horizon.
Reoccuring words saying "Move on".
While the alluring thorns pull at you til sun is gone.
I am at the end of my track, multiplying into two.
Standing still beneath the sunshine's shield.
Lack of motivation to move.
Let alone inspiration to chose.















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