There's neverseems to be one path, One that everyone can take,
That's why every road is divided in Half,
So I guess it's a choice we have to Make,
To be a dancer and flaunt,
To write a poem or not,
To go to school,
Or become a fool,
Sometime it's whether you chose to Or not,
There's a fork in every road and Never one choice,
But our freedoom to choose is what We love the most.
