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A poem about paths. |
| If life were truly a fork in the road, With grassy whisps and simple flowers, And deciding meant forever one, Then I would have to think for hours. For what reasons, I would ask myself, Why two are only of int'rest, And sad I'd be, in either case; For walking one would ban the rest. So rather walking a splitting path, Where choices lurk which we must make, I'll float upon the sea of faith, And know to bliss, my life she'll take. |