Two paths painted like art on a silk screen canvas
Caress' the ground directly in front of me
Voices debating which direction is right for me
Stuck there frozen in time
cold tired and worn
I know which path I want to lead but selfwill gets in the way of me
Who the hell put me in charge of me
My soul yearns for peace and success
yet my mind is stuck in its egotistical greed
while my hearts on the sidelines contemplating the meaning of life and wether its worth it struggling to succeed or if it's worthless should I just stick to greed
Life's about the journey but I'm not moving
Looking at the fork in the road feet glued in between the two paths
Trapt in self pity n doubt
I decided to spend my life considering which road to take
And so I died not knowing where either would lead
My soul evaporated as my body just decomposed but out of my ashes sproted a thorned rose reminding others just to walk right through whichever path will do because if you have you then you'll make it through but don t give up before you have the chance to loose...