Crossroads
Crosshairs point to pointless
a warning pointing to nothing
you said,
take your youthful wholeness and
dart it at this flashing crossroad
let your eyes stare
deep in heart of destiny
between cracks of leaden clouds
and find solace in the chaos
of the four directions with
dreams yearning to become reality
and fear of ambivalent commitment
your glance is a mirror
your gray hair reminds you of bygone
days when you had choices
crossroads and a warning sign to nothing.
Look at today’s emptiness and dauntlessness
walk without your vanishing idol
let go of your thoughts and grasp
the unknown as if it were familiar
