Directions
The light at the end of the tunnel
seems farther and farther away
with every passing moment
Which direction do I go?
when memory lane is a two way street
and I’m stuck running in place
My past keeps catching up
with my present failures
and future ambitions
To go left means to go back
To go straight means to go safely
But right leads to a path unknown.
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