
Frank Sinatra
I stand at a crossroads
Unsure of the true path
Having thousands
Laying at my feet
Yet none of them
Feel right
*
I see many in the distance
Waving and calling
Saying their path is best
Created on their own
So they know it well
And crow its glory
*
I see a little
From other roads
A turn here
A brick there
Not enough to go
And claim the entire path
*
Gathering myself
I take my first real step
Unclaimed dirt meets my feet
Denied paths fade
And I will carry on
Writing my own way
There you go.
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Very creative follow-up to your post on the rules others enforce on authors.
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Thanks. Now if only I could remember what’s coming tomorrow or Friday.
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Me too – it’s the only way to do it!
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Best and most relaxing way to do it. 😀
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So should we all!
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Definitely.
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