Crossroads

It seems we see things differently,
I said with a smile.
Yes, was all the you could muster up.
We have had this talk before.
And before and before...
I twist and turn along a path unseen.
Yours is but a straight line from A to B.
Yet, as the years pass we seem to meet somewhere in the middle.
Roads of concrete, set in lines safety and responsibility.
Compared to...
Wandering trails marked by tree and bush, by longing and mystery.
I will give you this...
With you I know where I am going.
But, the adventure of what I can not see around the corner calls.
And my wanderlust demands I seek and find.
So back and forth we go...
Your call is just as strong.
But as long as we can meet once again at these crossroads of joy and friendship,
then all is full of love...