Two Paths

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I have two paths in front of me.

One is a storm now,

A later sunshine.

One is sunshine,

But soon to be a storm.

How do I know which is right?

Must I start over?

Yes, that is clear.

But do I start where I began?

Or start where I begin?

Maybe I shall end it,

Instead of paining myself and others.

But why should I run?

What would others think,

Of a person who runs?

Runners, or in other words, cowards.

A coward I am not.

I thinker I am,

I think to much sometimes,

I'm sure.

The future is a mystery,

No one can foresee,

Someone free me,

Then, let me be.

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