Crossroads

His guitar strapped upon his back
He traveled down the dusty road
An intersection came in view
He didn't know which way to go.

As he sat and pondered thoughtfully
A limousine came speeding by
It stopped there at the crossroads
And the driver offered him a ride.

The back window cracked a little bit
Just enough that he could barely see
An old man sitting there inside
Holding a woman on each knee.

"Come with me", the old man said
"I'll make you wealthy beyond belief,
And all I want in return for this,
Is that you give your soul to me.

I'll make you famous, you'll be a star
Everyone will know your name.
You'll have the world by the tail
You'll have the perks, that come with fame.

Just come inside, I know you're tired
I've watched you walk a long, long way
And you are hungry, and thirsty too
Night is approaching to break the day."

The young man, with his guitar strapped,
Thought a moment then shook his head
I would give my soul to you this night
But, by tomorrow, I would be dead.

I would not live long enough to know
The promises you made to me,
Because, they're things that life may bring
And with life, there are no guarantees."

The old man laughed, a haunting cry
As the window, slowly closed
And the young man, with his guitar
Continued down the dusty road.