Today on the road
I have to choose which way to go

AT THE CROSSROADS

Too much doubt stoning the soul

It will be a never-assured future

One by one the dreams fall

Together with the stinging sea breeze

 

Where is the glory when there is no courage

Why be shy

Recognize that the soul has ballooned

Rotting in prejudice

 

Indecision is implied

In tranquility with a smile

Today on the road

I have to choose which way to go

Lhokseumawe, April 5, 2008

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