Paths

I have a choice One way or another Standing at a crossroad Wishing I didn’t have to choose between Or there could be some other. One way leads to money To fame and to glory. The other doesn’t hold these But it’s decent, nonetheless. And they say money isn’t always the way to happiness. The other leads to people that love you, Happiness and fun, Never being down and never being shunned, And loving your life until it’s done. I can only pick one of these two. The last two paths, The ones I don’t consider, Are the two paths that would only be chosen By a depressed man or a demented sinner, And I would not like to go into detail about those, since they don’t matter. So, I look at my two choices, And I make my decision. I take the road of happiness, I cannot tell a lie. And I turned to the road of wealth and eternal suffering and I said one word. Goodbye.