The Crossroad

It’s the end of the crossroad

To which he has to make his walk bold

It’s the choices he has to wear

To make the following path clear

To the path that arrives here

To the path that thrives there

It's not the road not the taken

But has to be the road awaken

To the infinite possibilities

that has to be broken

Sacrifices that he made

To the choices that he laid

He stood at the end

Of one crossroad

Just to meet the agony of another

Which held bold.