What will become of me?
So often we have wondered
But we know so little of our souls
...
it happens when nothing matters
and when everything matters
every day of every week
of every month of every year
...
what a terrible thought
to know nothing at all
keeping ignorance
of those who stand still, in
...
Crossroads
What will become of me?
So often we have wondered
But we know so little of our souls
In the mirror, a stranger stares back
Unblinking and scared, petrified
A fly caught in a web, we struggle
To identify ourselves beyond our name
Peering in our eyes we see nothing
Just two black holes devoid of life
No past, no present, no path
A reflection of what's inside
We stand still, when everyone's moving on
A motionless body among the crowd
Some go left, some go right
Until we remain alone
When life is at the crossroads,
Questions are without answers
What are truths today are lies tomorrow
And uncertain remains the future.