Crossroads - Lyndon Queripel

I walked to the crossroads
There's three ways out of town
I looked for the signpost
But the wind had knocked it down

I saw an old man stumble
With shadows in his eyes
When I asked him for directions
He pointed to the skies

So I watched and I waited
The Moon was overcast
I'd never felt so alone
And no one else came past

A hard rain began to fall
At the break of day
So I just turned around
And went back the same way.

Lyndon Queripel