I have been met with a fork in the road.
I know I must choose in order to grow.
Each is so lonely, and each is so cold,
But I still see that each have their own glow.
I look to the path of least resistance,
But see a path of aimless existence.
It may be the path a wee bit warmer,
But it is the path leading to horror.
A fleeting glance at the path less taken,
Shows a path of eternal damnation.
But this is the path often mistaken,
It will lead to a bright destination.
The dark shadows mold and they even shape,
I'm glad I chose the path others forsake.
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