Crossroads

~inspired by the person who stops to think~

Familiar faces,
Familiar sounds,
Familiar feelings,
Meet at a crossroad.

Endless journeys,
Countless hours,
Indefinite voyages,
Meet at a crossroad.

The ticking of the minute-hand,
Whose resonant sounds every so often,
Magnify,
The unendurable drag,
Which time burdens with,
Halts at a crossroad.

The beating of the worried heart,
Engulfed in insecurity,
Caged by the body's sanity,
Drives through rapid transitions,
Denial-Confusion-Rage,
Ceases at a crossroad.

The conveyance of the mind,
Steering out of control,
The surge of adrenaline,
Pumping through veins,
The feeling of rushed freedom,
Of sudden relief,
Of unexpected liberty,
Delays at a crossroad.

Familiar faces,
Familiar sounds,
Familiar feelings,
Meet at a crossroad.

For a brief moment,
Feelings fade,
Thoughts vanish,
Notions faint,
The soul is stripped bare,
Vulnerable,
Where at crossroads we meet,
Crucial decisions,
To head forth?
To look back?
All before it flashes green.

-by Isaac H. George
The Masked Man
(Copyrighted)