The Path
Everywhere I look trees are standing all around,keeping me from my destination.
In the middle of the giant trees are two paths covered with the fallen leaves.
Looking to each of these paths, wondering which will lead me the right way.
The one on the left look the same as the one on the right.
My fears are making me stand and wait,
not wanting to choose the wrong path.
I wait for the way home to find me.
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