Endless Crossroads

Here again I am, at my old crossroads.

Just as I believed that her I would outgrow.

I remember well those tormenting days.

Is it not now an untroubled diminuendo?

Yet the unyielding notes call upon me.

While from the hazy tides I flee.

In forgetfulness I trail my corpse.

Have I forgotten of her beauty?

I know now that I must a path find,

again, yet I know not where she ends.

How wonderful is this ladened mind!

How pathetic is this bewildering bind.


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