I stand on the cross roads of life,
roads extending to nowhere, all leading to me,
the clouds shine bright on one, the silver threads light the other.
I walk down a broken line,
I walk with no rush, no losing time,
the clouds pour through my eyes,
as the skies light up in shades of blue,
I breathe slowly from the air, my life,
I hum slowly, standing on the cross roads of my life.