Three roads with no indication of which way to go.
Makes me laugh because I thought the crossroads were a place to start anew,
but there's no yellow eyes and no promises of a better life.
Even though I've been flipping coins with my soul for a lifetime trying to find the meaning behind this.
Life, what is it?
“A deal with the devil would just have been another great adventure,”
I thought. I hoped.
Disappointment and I have become more than acquaintance,
more like lovers where arms embrace and
"I love you"s are as shallow as the bowl of cereal I'm trying to drown myself in.
“Another lost cause,” you whisper in my ear.
And when that fails, I'll find myself on a downward spiral to the end of this bottle.
Where the looking glass awaits to swallow me whole.
Call it a paradox, because the worm is enveloping me whole as if I'll enhance its' high.
And I am Ma'Dib searching the Dunes while the Red Queen searches for me.
This war is endless, this moment timeless.
And the lack of trees still doesn't substitute for the absence of voices in the wind.
Just one more turn down the river bend (save us, save us)
But I'm no messiah…
Flip the world upside down once again, and then call me Jack.
I am climbing back to the surface, cursing Davy Jones' locker
"You'll never f**king have me!"
Then finally…at long last…finally…
A moment of peace follows. I collapse.
Sitting now with my back against this tree I wait for the future to arrive, in a blaze of fire.
I'm going down, down, down this ring of fire. This ring of fire.
In a turn of comedy my life's become a country song of lyrical genius but infamous chords and volumes.
Where no one remembers the band except in fleeting memories…
You call it destiny, I call it devastating and as I approach the forks to this crossroad, I pause.
I pause to say, "I'll be back."
The only question left is,
"Will you wait?"
