Paths

Paths.
Straight or sturdy
Curved or dirty
Dark or light
Fogged without sight
Grey and black
Colors that lack
Barren and dusty
Ruined and rusty
Choose carefully, my friend
Some of these paths do not end

Paths.
In the meadow in the sky
In the forest or ocean tide
In the mountains and the green
In a rainbow waterfall scene
In a tunnel or the moon
In a dessert in the noon
In the gulf and in the bay
Choose carefully, my friend, to see the light of day.

Paths.
Filled with anger, filled with sad
Filled with evil, filled with bad
Filled with happy filled with excite,
Filled with courage, filled with might
Filled with faith, filled with kind
Filled with hope, filled with shine
Choose the right path, my friend
Some of these paths do not end

This poem is about: 
Our world

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