The path was unclear
A sky gray as ash
He wondered which way to go
Which was the right path
The first path was bright but disappeared into the horizon
The seconds path was darker then the darkest black but seemed short
Which way to go
It was so a sky of ash
He took the dark but short path
He emerged from the path worn but carried himself different
He smiled the sky was blue
Bluer them the brightest sun
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