What do you do when you are at a crossroads without a map?
No, girl, you are stranded. For once, those who held you, cradled you in love will not help you. Strangers and faceless men drive past you. The desert heat burns your skin. No, you are quite alone.
You look away from the point of the crossroad, trying to figure out the path taking you to your destiny.
They diverge away from the point of convergence, taking you far, to mysterious and shadowy places. It is impossible to ascertain the where the roads, the choices, will take you.
Where will you go, Eloisa?
So you turn left, to the distant mountains.
Oh, how you love the mountains! The celestial view down to the valley. The lovely glaciers of ice, an expanse of pure white serenity. The sunlight, filtered through the pine trees, warming you up. The dancing water of streams, gushing past you. The mountains are beautiful.
Yet, you realise, the glaciers are icy. The mountain road is treacherous. And when snow falls, who will help you? Who will save you? The cold mountains do not care.
Do not go to the mountains, love.
So you turn right, to the highway road.
It’s crazy. It’s nothing like you’ve ever experienced before – the sun shines on your back, the wind blows at your face, your hair swirling around you, speeding along in a thrill. You are a movie star. You are famous.
Yet, the it leads nowhere. Your carriage of dreams and fantasies crashes into the dead-end of reality. Your journey comes to a full-stop. The road won’t lead you to your destination.
Do not ride the highway, love.
So you turn forward, looking to continue the arduous journey. The dusty road, glittering in the sunset only leads to the next crossroad. Once again, you’ll face a choice. Once again, you’ll break your heart. Once again, you’ll know despair.
You lose the will to venture further. Your legs are tired. The light is fading, and your time is running out. You don’t want this, do you?
So I ask you, look at me.
Turn back, love. Come back.
Come home to me.
What will you do?
You are smiling at me.
But where will you go, Eloisa?
I thought that I heard you laughing,
I thought that I heard you sing,
I think I thought I saw you try.