Where is the Sun, asked he
Looking down on the ground he moves
The routine he so despised now follows him
And it will till his pyre.
On the road less traveled he got lost
But he stayed on far too long
The tracks are covered now
He wants to turn back now
But there will be no one waiting for him at the crossroads.
Small is what he should have dreamt
Small is so big to dream about
He wants to unlearn now and be an ignorant fool
He searches for what he left, to find happiness
Can he find it now what he couldn't then?
He will make it back to the crossroads now
And choose not to choose
Sit down at the crossroads, his head hidden in his lap
Till his end comes and whispers in his ear
You no longer have to choose.
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