Are we truly given choices to pick?
Or are they different paths by themselves?
Oblivious to our wants, needs, and concerns
I think the latter, but blame them anyway
We only hear tales of what the paths bring
There is only so far we can see or imagine
What lays around the first bend in the path
One looks dark and dreary, the other white and bright
We agree the coin holds the answer and flip it
The coin choose the bright and white path to go
But I felt it was wrong and over ruled it
The dark and dreary I felt the worse was here
Knowing we could withstand it now up front
How much worse could it get down the path
We packed up and started to go forward
With one foot in front of the other we nervously laughed
© 2012 Michael Yost 3/1
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