Allsorts of Stuff


On the one hand, a path already tread

One with ditches and potholes

But one that you already know


Then another, unknown possible paradise

A journey shrouded in a humid mist

A scary concept uncertain and indeterminable


There are more paths still, another is more simple

A lonely road with little complications

Still it is not easy all the time and unknown until it is walked


That is not all paths, some are yet to be read

Some are hidden, some are yet locked

Only certainty is you are in control


Whether by your own hand, or anothers

You make the decisions


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