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I lay upon the crossroads,
Arms outstretched

Can I ever truly know the sacrifice of self?

I adjust my mind, it falters from time to time.

The taste in my mouth, not unpleasant, not desirable
How often I attend my thoughts as if answers come easily

Dusting myself off is simple,
If not for the coarseness of the road

I walk to the lake,
Splashing sand in my face

How long has it run dry?

-J.G.Smith (01/28/06)