The Crossroads

So many times in life I have looked at the road less taken and rushed down its more interesting people, adventures and treasures. But the funny thing about it is that at a certain point, it becomes exhausting to run down that road. Who said walking down the road more taken isn't bad once in a while? Enbobados, focused and boring are just about to make me hurl. Vacation is about to start and I find myself at that crossroad once again, hurling myself forward, but alas, I'm on a treadmill and neither road comes into view any faster. When will I write that scipt? When will I make that wine? When will I call the shots? AS she once said....Soon. She wont call me anymore, soon, when she shows up at his door and asks him when...Will I be with you again, it will be her turn to say....Soon...