At the crossroads
23. 9. 2026
Standing at the crossroads
without a chance to choose
Pulling the rope
whose ends are always loose
Trying to open the door
which has no handle and no lock
and no answer when you knock…
You cannot turn around
you cannot change your mind.
The way back has narrowed
into memory.
And yet, now you feel free.
You know,
one day the door will open,
and then, at last, you´ll see,
and perhaps understand
what was meant.
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