[?7hCrossroads

Choosings, the crossroads, the landmarks of Time,
In retrospect all seem so clear.
Yet messages, meanings, objectives sublime,
Lie there in waiting, unseen.
Though each can be labeled a choice that was mine,
Each had effects not conceived in my mind.

On looking back at these partings of ways,
The hindsight can peer though the fog.
Yet standing there pondering my way through the haze,
Doubt and confusion carry the day.

For how to choose, when of the routes,
Nothing for certain is known.
I pray my choice will bear the fruits,
Of the toil and trouble that brought me here.

For the crossing of ways is a crossing of lives,
This choice once made is never revoked.
A chance to die or be revived,
A fire banked or a fire stoked.

And so before me the choices lay,
Faces shrouded in mist,
How I fare you'll know not either way,
For in this world this crossroads is at all journey's ends.
While into the next a new path onward wends.

-Crow
-HAiL