Crossroad

 Here I am, once again at the crossroads. Neither crossing nor standing still. Maybe that is why roundabouts were invented. It’s just like the roundabouts. Whichever exit, none seemed to be where I should go. I just turn round and round and round. I decided for the first exit and ta da, a dead end. At the second exit, road under construction. At the third exit, making a u turn. Fourth exit, should I go? There is no map for life. I just kept going and going, loading. Meaning of life? Nope. Met tonnes of dead bodies and thieves. As you grew older, the more you will see. Anyway, if I don’t exit, I will run out of fuel too. If I stand still, people gonna bump into me. Maybe I should find a petrol station first so, I can go round forever.