criss cross

writing as I go quickly not sure where this one is going?

we criss we cross

we erase

we stamp

we make a maze

we find the path

the righteous way

we criss we cross

we take it slow

you will not find me

at some crazy intersection

of avenues

of cars that beep

that gently go around

I wont go on that roundabout

of sorts

I wont follow the sheep

the ones that don't know their way

ive found my way

I choose to be alone

I take great delight in my own time

to be so quiet or

turn radio on to blind my ears

being alone will deafen out the notes

I cant criss or cross anymore it seems

ive become stagnant on my own

I chose my path

my cross is now my own to bear

I have a few things left on  bucket list

till the day I die ill criss and cross

that bucket list

but who cares anyway

to the dust under some tree ill one day lie