Cross-Roads Poem by Wensislaus Mbirimi

My young life has reached a fork
The path now branches, it's forky
My mind in a meddle, it's in turmoil
Whether to relax or to toil
I know not the lord's plan
As a spider spins its yarn
Should I also toil or sit in the sun
And fill my life with fun

Time waits for no one they say
The bible says time is short so to pray
Am I ready for the second coming?
El nino - drought predicted-am I farming?
Or should I wait for handouts
Oh me and my Thomas' doubts
Should I go to church now?
Should my tongue confess and my knees bow
Or should I continue to live in sin
With beautiful clothes and my heart not clean

I'm in love and love her from deep down
But what of those I see in town
Do I have to give my life to her alone?
And will she give hers to me alone
I'm at life's crossroads right now
Not sure what to do with life right now
Should I bow down and pray
Or do I have to sit down and cry
My life is at the crossroads
Left or right I'm not sure which is the road

I think I will just cry and pray