crossroad

at wit’s end
there are many strangers
with familiar stories

at wit’s end
others offer reason to continue
while my logic defies their cause

it’s not a crossroad
it’s not an alternative
the pictures are clear
and the drive is gone

at wit’s end
some hope to find peace
and some aren’t so hopeful

it’s not a place to rest
it’s not a place for refuge
at wit’s end
the dark and light come willingly

and linger on beyond
our ability to comprehend