Choice..
Many choices now, getting older i have to face.
Where is the best place?
Walk down my own path,
an leave my footprints in the sand.
Maybe...walk down another dirt road,
where my mark wont even make a trace.
The place i need to be,
is the choice, the choice for me..
In this world. where will i end up being?
Will i accomplish my dreams and goals,
or will i fail and be nothing but me.
Only the small particles in life tend to bother me.
What should i do, im asking
so desperate.
This is my life, the decision beyond will be my own.
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