STUCK AT THE CROSSROADS


We have come to the crossroads
But not sure of the path to take
Our wits has left us in the dark
The route of the forbearers has been seized by floods
And the oracles have taken a sabbatical
We are stuck in nowhere and yet we cannot turn back
For our dwelling has been ransacked
By a beloved
And we have become sojourners in our own habitat
We have but only our neigbours to guard
And same to leave to drown
We can only see the morrow
By gathering enough fruits to follow the warrior’s dog
Whilst searching for a trail to the nearest stream.
All in anticipation that the Oracles wake from their slumber

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