The road is long,
and we've made a stop.
There's silence even in songs,
Right around the drop

We wonder why we're here,
For a moment we listen
To what our hearts really want
And what our souls have been wishing

For money or meaning?
To make a name or a difference?
To rise above each other, or soar together?
Is it competition, inspiration, or influence?

We look around for a moment,
At the magicians and dancers
And feel alive at these crossroads,
as we feel our hearts beat.
But we walk on, and somewhere forget,
Our formerly found answers,
Until we're back at such crossroads,
and feeing it all on repeat.

- Jointrouble