At every step of one’s life
There are always
Two paths that divide
Two choices to make
Two ways to go
Do you wake up,
Do you stay in bed?
Do you love,
Do you hate?
Do you work,
Do you play?
Do you live,
Do you die?
Always choices to make
Always a different outcome
Behind each one
Past
Present
Future
Love
Death
Hate
Life
All living as one
As thoughts melt into one loud rhythm
In the end you will always return
To the same place
What would have been different
If you had chosen the road not taken?