Pathes


The hardest thing about life is which way, or which path you should go.
The left or the right?
You can never really know 'till you find what your made for.
The path to the left is a dream and you can do what you please,
but the path to the right is strict over all but
I also did see that it doesn't let you fall.
The faulty thing is that life gives you sharp
turns that lead you either the right or wrong direction.
I feel as if life gives me sharp turns every night and every day.
The ways of life are like a path twisting and turning
and letting you have all the wrath
and anger it has saved up just for you.
The strange thing about paths is that they never end.

Just like a life.
Just like my life

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