I was standing there

In the heart of crossroads

Blindly staring at the unfamiliar road signs



Traffic lights must have misheard my wheeze

They shifted before I could breathe

Inexorable headlights race towards the freezing me

As if magnet and metal were meant to be



I am here, facing back

Tracing the road I wanted to wrack

With thought of facing the crack

Measuring the weight to repack



Memories of morning sun heating away the haze

Passion of youth in this town had become blase

Fleeting replays of ugly truths in these old days

So I stepped out the lies builded with ablaze  



I will be moving, starting from here

By the side of crossroads

Slowly walking away from these rusty road signs