Such graceful motions
Make me behave so badly.
I can't come up with good notions
Unfortunately and sadly!
Where does this lead?
Each crossroad means struggle
This is impossible to get rid
Of blunt angle.
I go forward
With desire on my eyes.
Not afraid to seem awkward,
Only through that,
You can get to become wise.
I go with hope and it never dies.
My soul smiles and flies.
Crossroad
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