CROSS ROADS

When wardrobes of ambition
Fill up with ammunition
Talent blows to bits.

When raging bulls fight
Matadors every night
Where can fulfilment fit?

Paradise lost at poker
Smile wiped off the joker
Life sucks like a leech.

In a constant war zone
Losing lovers left alone
Wrapped in gold guilt.

Grounded lessons learnt
Bridges that were burnt
Wait to be rebuilt.

Old patterns not repeated
Damned demons defeated
Ponds stop stagnating.

Time for contemplation
A brand new destination
Crosroads sit there waiting.

D.Hinson
Revised Feb 09