There are two paths in life,
The good path and the bad path,
Or is there more paths,
But which one do I take?
What do I get at the end of the paths,
Do I get glory,
Or do I get destruction,
Which one is me?
Does anyone know,
Or only me,
Do I get help,
Or go on my own?
To me there are more than two paths,
The good, the bad, and your own,
But only you can choose,
Only you can make your own path.
Don't let anyone else choose,
Only you can make this journey,
Everyone does,
But not everyone makes it their own path.
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: ̗̀➛ Poetry: A Journey
Poetry↳ ❝ And I realise that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it's all in my mind ¡! ❞ ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Poetry is an art that can touch the soul the same as music or even a...
