Life offers so very many choices,
Thousands upon thousands of paths,
But the only thing that matters-
Is the destination of your journey.
Do you make it to the end of the line?
Or will you lose yourself in time?
It all boils down to one simple thing,
Really it's quite petty...
Death is the destination,
To which we are headed.
We shall all arive in due course,
Wether with crow's feet and gnarled hands,
Or porcelain skin and big bright eyes,
The road less traveled isn't any longer,
Nor is it any shorter, so slow your roll,
let it all sink in and stew...
We all get there eventually,
Might as well enjoy the ride