I confess... I am at a crossroads, and I know not which way to turn. I'm usually so certain of things, usually just choose a way to turn and then don't look back... Once upon a time all I needed was John's "The Road Goes Ever On" to kindle my fleetness of spirit; these days...
Admittedly, some turns I have taken in the past have been bad ones; and there is something familiar about this crossroads, almost as if I have been here before, but can't quite remember.
One turn looks very appealing, but I have the vague impression of having taken it before, and ending up in a quagmire, nay, a tar pit. But, although it looks similar, I know it is not the same crossroads I was at before.
I confess, I dislike being beholden to uncertainty, to regret; would that I could see the future; would that I could see into another's mind. But the facilities provided by the biological construct in which I am consigned to dwell are extremely limited; perhaps a lesson I need to learn is to make do with such facilities as I have.
I think I will sit here and strum on my guitar for a while. Ten hours 'till midnight. Perhaps the Devil will appear, and provide me with some insight.
[youtube]http://youtube.com/watch?v=Yd60nI4sa9A[/youtube]Good fortune,
- Icarus is never lost, because he never knows where he is to being with...
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Please forgive me if, in the heat of battle, I sometimes forget which side I'm on.