each life is a story
a tale to be told
as a book that does breathe
that will yet unfold
we stand at the crossroads
betwixt and between
and ask ourselves questions
on what it all means
so you go yourwway
and i'll go mine
the road thats less travelled
suits me fine
so i'll travel this journey round boulders and brooks
our paths might be different but which ones forsook
till some day we might rest neath pastures of green
and can rest from the quest for what it all means


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