Sometimes they give way, Leading me into accidents astray. Sometimes they stand still, As though a deadlock, at will. Sometimes they whisper in my ears, Either flaring or pacifying my fears. Inside me they unfold and unwind, With the magical wand of my mind. My words at crossroads inside of me Hurting to be or not to be Dishes in the sink mocks my ability to finish a thought where hope finds sanctuary - Muses #yqmuses #muse #yqmuse #mywordsatcrossroads #collab #YourQuoteAndMine
