staring at the crossroad
through the abyss
life – bought and sold
still searching for peace
thoughts – they won’t leave me
of ropes and ladders
a quantum of happiness and i’m
scared and shattered
chances: badly fared
and the world goes on
will a moment be spared
if i’m gone?
could it be better somewhere
with but just a hop
freight train on the tracks
will the pain stop?
