The Dark Path

January 2, 2020

As I find myself coming to a divided path- I think to myself- which do I choose

There are two paths, one of light and one of dark- this brings me to a confuse

My sadness makes me choose dark

I think I’ve made my mark

Walking alone- sad and weak, I chose the dark path as- I whistle the blues

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