The Cross-Lane
I have journey all the way
Through a long narrow lane
Seeing I am all alone
It keeps me focus to reach the end.
Then ahead another lane crossed
And you too walk on that lane.
We head on the cross-lane junction
And linger in dumb words:
Are we to halt or stare
Or by luck we head on a lane?
What if we retrace our lane behind?
Yet we crossed the junction
And still it’s always a cross-lane!
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