At the crossroads, left or right,
In the fading dusk or morning light.
Left, the path of familiar ground,
Right, where new stories are found.

In left turns, echoes of what’s been,
Known landscapes, and sights unseen.
Right turns lead to uncharted lore,
Adventure knocking on the door.

At crossroads, our fate’s design,
In left and right, we intertwine.
Each turn, a chance for destiny,
A dance between choice and mystery.

-C.Carpenter