Crossroads
So many roads I have walked down
So many crossroads I chose
But did I choose the right path
The road gets lonely at times
But it intersects occasionally
With a kindred soul
But all too soon the conversation dies
And I continue on my way
With shoulders slumped
Refusing to look back
For surely death lurks behind
So on I trudge looking for an end
And a time when my path converges
With another kindred soul
May the next soul stay
I grow weary of isolation
---
Katsuro
The poetry and art of one shattered soul
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