They talk often of life’s own cross roads

when it becomes that time you need to unload

Problems, situations, mistakes and more

You may have done things differently

that’s for sure.

If it hadn’t been for obstacles in the way

Another life you may have had today

But hey, we are we are, and it’s a fact

Is what you tell yourself, it’s all part of the act

In convincing yourself it’s going to be fine

But let’s face it, your running out of time

It’s no use looking over your shoulder

at what could have been, if you’d been bolder

There seems no way to put it right

as you toss and turn throughout the night

The dreams and fantasies now replaced

with fears of death after years of waste

Or that’s the way it seems more often

when your all uptight and feel so rotten

One day the future looking bright, the next day 

at odds with your thoughts. a hell of a fight

As you feel pulled and torn and led by feelings

of others not affected by a cruel life dealing

cards you never expected in the pack

as you feign each blow, you duck and dive

It’s as if you’ve forgotten how to drive

and now feel out of control, not at the wheel

As the auto-bus is steered by a force unseen

So how can you make a single decision?

now that in your life there is no precision?

no course that you have solely set

But you can tell yourself you’ll get there yet

It’s the only way so hold on tight

as you try so hard to win this difficult fight

But now getting older you become conditioned 

To a feeling that you can’t make decisions

The Urban Poet 2019