Every time one road comes to end
Decisions must be made.
Left or right or turn around;
There is no straight ahead.
Direction then must be considered,
Though the line be grayed
With the nagging fear and lagging doubt
That fills a heart with dread.
Feel it beat with palpitating
Syncopated chorus.
See the muddled mesh that quells
The rhythm of regret.
None can truly know the
Fettered fate that lies before us.
Services must render before
We can pay the debt.
So we yield to compromise
And not to doubt or fear.
The rest is up to you, my friend
To set your course from here.
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