Komik- Rendez vous at the crossroads

Komik- Rendez vous at the crossroads

Started with chalk, painted my perspective of life on sidewalks
The streets were my canvases, my comfort, concrete bandages
Guided by citylights on pavements through dark october midsts
Decievin characters ignored the masterpiece & walked allover it
Own directions, sat back & observed a crackaddicts lone mornin
Drew pictures for each street, cuz every crack has its own story
I just followed & left the same footsteps as I wandered in circles
Deja vu, lost in the same way of life on wich I pondered in verbal
Chose path, perhaps the key to success or it'll lead me to death-
Still, I plee to forget & inhale breezes as fresh as a fetus's breath
Meet me halfway on a one way street, but no one is ever comin'
I am all alone at the stopsigns, & these streets reminds me of it
On every streetcorner, the unexpected usually intends to unfold
Receavin' all my ambition in visable form at the end of the road
Rendez vous at the crossroads, the question is; will I ever listen?
Storing my happyness down memorylane, but still I never visit...