Blues of Life

I'm no Robert Johnson, and there's no devil at the crossroads.

I've got soul and a soul, but I'm rejecting any offers.

None could match the longing and willingness to keep myself, though the question remains; which path will I take?

Should I stay on the path of security and leave my passions on the back burner?

Should I swerve, and take the path of risk and love?

I'm no Robert Johnson, he was dead before he reached my age.

I have the soul, but do I have the talent?

Do I risk everything and chase the dreams I have put off for too long?

Is it now or never?

All of the questions keep me up, sometimes until dawn, eating and locking myself inside my head.

Clouding my mind when I need clarity the most.

What will I decide to do?

There's no devil at the crossroads, only a mirror and a choice.