A good three years down the lane
The same place, the same day
But gripped with uncertainties..

Dusky clouds linger above
That familiar touch no more..

The joy, the zeal,
the scrumptious squeal
Gone.
Lost somewhere in the darkness
That envelopes this place
The crossroads once so clear
Now lie in oblivion-blurred
Obscure, reflecting the grey of the sky
And here I am at the crossroad again,  
A hope a desire
A last wish-against all that pain.