The paths

by tory   Oct 17, 2005


As i look back of the path, the dirt and mud trudged everywhere represents who i once was.i look strait , not knowing where im going or what to do.i take the dirt road, the one ive been traveling on or the bricked road, the path i ltrailed off of long ago.two totally different paths.the dirt road has brought me no where and i still remain the same always knowing where im going-nowhere.so with not knowing whats in stored for me,with no clue of what im doing i take the brick road.

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