well, this time has come. a cross road for a path to be choosen. for as i look and to the right and dream to the left, all i know is foot prints left behind from travlers past. For ones have traveld fairly and the risk unexpected. Others with over groth on there track. But for a moment i pounder and watch, for wich is my track i must trek.
to follow in others footsteps or to start off with my own, there is not information sign with a map of were i must go. For if there not a map i know not, and see it i will not, but to trek across and miss a spot what will that bring. To the treasure i go, but what awaits like a maze a life is walks through to the next wall.
but here i stand at the cross roads not sure of were to go, but may wait a while and look to see how the roads they may change.
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