CrossRoad
You don’t scare me like you think you do
But I make you think and that scares you
You bypass me on the physical plain
I ponder some, questioning if I can handle it
But I have keen insight and instinct if I choose to follow
it
That could disrupt and dismantle your next two way innuendo
I am not cunning and cold nor hungry to draw blood
Just curious as I get on with living my life and busy with
Laying the ground work towards something new and better
Hope to see you there at the cross road