Faced with grave dilemma
Treading pathways of the soul,
Braking hard and turning back
From tragedies untold.
Heading out on runways,
Turning faces to the wind.
Never sure of destination
'Til the journey's end.
Paths divided. Which direction?
Comes a time to choose.
Just keep walking.
Sometimes you win.
Sometimes you must lose.
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