Of Choices and Questions
life is a mystery as we walk along the stones of time yet as we tread further ever lead by the threads of fate we are left questioning. weather to stay or to move, to fight or to talk little is made clear yet all is laid out in a labyrinth of twisting turns that we must navigate. Step by step in dimly lit corridors and floors of swirling mist we walk knowing not where and yet with a destination forchosen for us. one left turn leads to a pair of rights as the sands of time flow all around us ever pushing us further and further towards an absolution we can not see. yet there is a light at the end of this journey and though we may never glimpse it we are ever drawn to its warm glow and eternal embrace.
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