i see a life through my eyes <br />the road that has shifted <br />one road be black <br />the other white <br />a struggle for existance <br />a never ending fight <br />the white road brings riches and gold <br />but there is a problem, <br />or so i was told <br />you face the possibality of dying <br />dying cold and alone<br /><br />nicholas casillas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crossroads-21/
