Picture this if you will a crossroads upon a hill.

It's a choice which one to travel.

Either way they both unravel.

You choose left, but then think right
Neither now will fulfill your life.

For you made that choice the day you were conceived.

We must walk the line as we believe.

For its in your heart that the way points lie.

And so you'll travel them till the day you die.

Now again your standing still
At the crossroads upon the hill.

Nicholas Finocchio