Crossroads
Walking down the lane for so long, At times I realize am at the crossroads Tears that know to roll down the cheeks, So does the babies that pour out of the wombs, The ink that kisses papers with ease, The only sun that knows to rise in the east How do they know, I do not know; For all I know, Their roads they know; Paths which lead to two or many ways, And those ways leads to one or many, Which road leads where, I do not know, In fact, there’s nothing I know For all I know, I need a light That doesn’t ...