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...