Cryptic signs

 
Another day, another life,
Another step in the cryptic signs
Drawn on the roads ahead.
Another turn, another crossing,
What will happen now,
Is anyone's guessing.

The faithful shall remain,
And the rest will leave the chain,
Such is the design,
Of these criss crossing lines,
Which join the dots of our destiny.

If anyone can read these cryptic signs,
Can call in person, another reason,
To understand the connection of our times.
Perhaps then, we can comprehend
This dimension where we stand,
Why these games are being played,
And know of this space
Where our lives have entwined.