Up in the distance the path appeared to split, A distinct gap in space and time
Many months before since he viewed the last one so he though
Or had he ever seen one at all, Time had a bizarre way of washing it all away
The Dreamer became certain there had been crossroads before, though he could not clearly remember
Such an apathetic pace he had kept, Not looking where he was headed, nor from where he had came
What made this road different, Why did it Shine? Was there life upon this path, or darkness like the present?
A decision he needed to make, or one he had made before, The choice would need to be chosen
It's walk would be final, no turning back. Surely if he turned later, this path he would not find
The perplexities of his path were all around his soul, Yet he still yearned for something more
Not much of a decision, Not much to give way, He coursed his steer hard left, and plodded further on
To destiny at it's leisure, and the tide of a heart's song, he focused on the new path's trail
Some time later, he turned back to look, there was no crossroads behind him, maybe there had never been......
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