Cross Roads

And at the inersection of introspection and dissention

lies the faintest mention of direction,

this is what holds my suspension,

A product of an addiction to the living,

and some superstition of a hidden mission.

I've seem smitten of the vision

to seek my potential at full aprehension.

All before full disconnection,

should I jump and not touch the clouds,

should I not stand tall on the highest mounds,

should I never leave the pull from this town,

I will know it was the crossroads

bearing me down.