There comes a time in life


When choices must be made.


There are some who seek the perfect life


And those that seek the perfect death.


To each their own eternity


To have them as their own.


Some have problems with thier choice


They fear, they worry, and in haste


They choose not to which they would have gone


Instead they get a life of impurity.


But to me the choice is simply put


I know myself and see the paths


Each choice is seperate and positive.


For to me the choice is reasoned out.


The dark path through the woods,


For the clean path in the plains


looks dull and drab to me.

10/03/2001

Posted on 10/03/2001
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