When there’s a fork in the road I choose
The best path for me, not you
Win or lose
There’s no turning back
When I was a child
I thought as children do
Years have past
My destiny, I grasp
The curves and the straights
Narrow and wide
No path is the same
And my path shall always remain
The road less traveled.
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