Cross Point

Minds open, vision high now, although there is a shade in gray. I enjoy the full color spectrum. If the plant can grow, we can grow as well.

Streetlights hum like a tired choir,
Footsteps pause where the change gets stuck.
I was running on a thorny road,
trying to brighten shadows with positive influence..

Then the mountain said, “Look ahead,”
And the road lit up with a sign can be read.

This is the cross point,
Where the night meets the daytime.
music on a high note,
I’m learning how to articulate.
If I get lost, let the nature guide me up—
If I’m tired, let’s get relaxed
I’m not lost at the cross point,
I’m just finding my trajectory for growth.

Change tilts towards different directions,
doubt is no surprise when we have different stories unfold.
But I saw sparks in the clear sound,
Like the truth can be clarified.
So I reflect in what I can’t change,
And I let the fear lose its steam.

This is the cross point,
Where the hill meets the valley deep.
decisions on which road to choose.
  I’m learning to -explore further or deeper.
If I go up, let the star guide me forward.
If I go down, let the river enrich my ideas.
I’m not lost at the cross point,
I’m just finding my road to explore.

No more “maybe,” no more “someday,”
I’m stepping out where I used to move.
Two roads meet, and I realize—
I get to choose what I want to arrive.

Yeah, this is the cross point,
And I won’t get lost.
minds open, vision high now,
although there is a shade in gray.
I enjoy the full color spectrum.
If the plant can grow, 

we can grow as well.
I’m not lost at the cross point,
I’m just finding my roadmap.

Cross point… cross point…
I’m not lost—just taking adventures constantly

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