I have four ways to go,
When I pick one,
I find another four
Down the road
When I am on one,
I think about the other three I left behind.

What if one of them
Held a different face?
That would have taken me
Away from this puzzling place?
What if there was a finishing line in one
To read the end of it?

One final stop to say –
“You are here. Let go of that backpack.
You have been lugging hopes
On your shoulders a lifetime.
This is it, what they search for.
You are where you need to be.”

I would give anything
To be on that road,
But I keep finding crossroads,
And no matter
Which one I take,
I end up finding four more.