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I’m at a crossroad,
I can turn to the left-
I can turn to the right-
or I can stay & keep going,
with no future in sight.
 

I’m at a crossroad,
the road ahead familiar to me,
a vicious circle that continues to be.
A repetition, grown stagnant and stale,
All so familiar,
a dead end jail cell.
 

Thoughts, that I have,
of staying put here,
of not turning off,
in a new direction I fear.
 

I’m At A Crossroad!!
 

If my stomach would stop,
with this nagging tight pain.
If my trembling would cease,
for my calm to regain.
If the tears that now gather,
would back up and dry,
I could handle this decision,
but instead I just cry.
 

I’m At A Crossroad!!
 

I’m at a crossroad-
Somebody help me here,
I beg you,
I’m at a crossroad please!
Yet all counsel I am getting,
which tells me what I should do,
traps the decision in my chest,
causing the choice I make to freeze.
 

Why at this crossroad?
What has made me stop and stare?
What has made me discontent?
What has made me now aware?
That I’m at a crossroad!
 

So I stand,
so I turn and look behind-
to see all the things that led me,
to this present state of mind.
Wa-a-a-a-ay back there,
to my very beginning,
I stood there too at a crossroad,
not sure of the choice I’d made,
not sure of the eventual ending.
I have not finished yet-
in this…first choice,
where I have stayed.
But at this crossroad,
in the journey that I traveled,
now I’m realizing the cost,
that I’ve paid.
 

Turning back around,
I can see what’s up ahead-
If I continue on this road,
it’ll bring me more,
of the same things I dread.
 

On this road, have I been happy?
Oh yes, I’ve had a good time or two.
Moments that brought me gladness,
in my reflection,
I know it’s true.
But happy? Me…happy?
No…You see, that is why,
I am at this crossroad,
and I long to be free.
 

I’m at a crossroad!
I cannot get myself to move!
Dropping now to my knees,
falling forward to it’s-
gravel gritty taste.
Shivering, that just won’t ease,
because taking the wrong direction,
could lend this trip a waste.
 

Slowly lifting my head,
I reach up and try to dry my eyes,
I cannot sit here forever,
a brand new day is dawning,
I see the sun about to rise.
Dragging my feet beneath me,
for what is my decision?
In it I must now,
take a stand.
I’m at a crossroad!
 

To the left of me,
uncertainty.
And the right turn too-
is a mystery.
With the time now here,
of which way I should go,
I’ve come to one strong point,
of what I now know
this road must end.
And in one of these directions-
A new trip now begins.
 

To the left?
Or to the right?
Finally…I look up to the heavens,
and wailing in despair,
I cry,
"GOD PLEASE!! 

FATHER up above!"
Silently, softly I begging,
"can’t you see? 

I’m at a crossroad…"
 

"I’m at a crossroad."

Mercedes Keyes - 2002