Standing at the Light

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I stop slowly at the road light,
And glare at the intersection.
Then I look at the mirrors,
If someone is standing behind me.

Just like in a life I have choices.
Go straight, turn right, turn left or u-turn.
Which one should i choose?
Which is the right one?

I was on my way home, but now
I've changed my mind.
For sure i am not going home,
Therefore i don't know where to drive.

Maybe should i try to fly.
Perhaps should i go under the ground.

In the end i always have choices,
Choices, that are already made.
Destiny will show it.

In the end we always have choices,
Just a matter of good or bad choices.
Time will show it.


Sukhee,