Are you gossiping or analysing characters?
Choices. Crossroads. Puzzles.
And a childhood dream
Uncalculated risks and faded hopes
Torn, crumpled and forgotten
For doubt and trepidation took over
When the tides are low
Break against the wall, they say
Only to face limitless uncertainty?
Ride against currents
How precarious?
Treading on familiar pathways and normalcy
Tell me, what are the odds?
A common route
With no signboards
Of stones and sand and the howling wind
They are old and used
Very recognisable
And you think I can handle that?
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