Two paths I follow
in the morning light
winding, merging
twisting together
splitting apart again
I hold the middle ground
Two paths I follow
as the shadows grow long
one leads to home
the other to my heart
and which path leads where,
is not easily found
Two paths I follow
when the darkness arrives
and the choice I make
is no longer my own
and where it leads is still unknown
but by its destination, i am bound.
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