To a new crossroads I have come
Will I go to the east or west?
Bloodied, weary my feet are numb.
Languid in spirit, I seek rest.
I drop my load upon the road
No desire to keep trudging
Down this mysterious highroad
Where each way looks disconcerting.
The unknown urges me onward
To take up my burden again
A choice lies before me unbarred,
Whether I follow ridge or glen.
These steps I take tenatively
To move beyond the line of fear,
My compass holds resolutely,
I follow its command, sincere.
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