Crossroads
I’m standing at the crossroads,
looking each way.
Then deciding
which path to take.
One way leads to paradise,
or so I’m told,
but how to know
or when,
or where
I will find it.
Will it be
along the way,
somewhere,
or at the end of the road,
or later still,
after I’ve moved on.
How to know.
Are there be clues on the surface?
On the smooth tarmac,
or in the ruts and potholes,
or yet deeper down.
And what of the other roads?
Who can say whether paradise
can be found there as well.
Perhaps it can be anywhere,
down any road,
if I can only see it.
looking each way.
Then deciding
which path to take.
One way leads to paradise,
or so I’m told,
but how to know
or when,
or where
I will find it.
Will it be
along the way,
somewhere,
or at the end of the road,
or later still,
after I’ve moved on.
How to know.
Are there be clues on the surface?
On the smooth tarmac,
or in the ruts and potholes,
or yet deeper down.
And what of the other roads?
Who can say whether paradise
can be found there as well.
Perhaps it can be anywhere,
down any road,
if I can only see it.
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