Crossroads

This is an empty chair.

And on above, the light burns long,

as Distracted drones its song

and you wait,

with anticipating eye.

 

Here is your chance at life.

I AM waiting, you’re delaying

chasing after stingy dreams.

O, My dear,

I have so much more to give!

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