
Standing on a crossroad
is what I thought when I looked
~
I saw only the road
looking back
and forwards
disappear in the distance
~
and no other way

Standing on a crossroad
is what I thought when I looked
~
I saw only the road
looking back
and forwards
disappear in the distance
~
and no other way

I brushed it away
a lot

And all of the time
I thought
I had some grip
but it was just corrosion that kept us a part















