At the Crossroads

At the crossroads where your mind is undecided
The legs are tied, stranded and grounded
Progress is a prisoner, detained and restrained
You are going nowhere, you are impounded
The dreams, the goals and the ambitions
They all remain sleeping, awaiting a definite decision
Indecision murders those dreams in their sleep
And carelessly spills them down the drain
You are playing truant, missing the classes of failure
You miss valuable lessons in skipping those classes
You've got to make the decision now on which path to go
Either you're gonna get your dream or learn a trick


As you linger at the crossroads all comes to a standstill
You forget why you got there in the first place
You lose track of where you were heading
The resolve that held you becomes watered down
The passion that fired you up becomes paralyzed
The flow of zeal in the veins ceases and freezes
After ages, in the end nothing does get done 
If you keep postponing your plans to tomorrow
They are gonna die and be buried in the grave
You've got to act now in defiance to that tomorrow voice
Tomorrow will never come in person, deal with today
It is the only one that is true and always available