PATHS OF LIFE
AS I walk down the path
it begins to go in another direction just like my life.
I have to make a choice yet not
really knowing which one to take.
Thereís the north,
nobody takes it, it leads to happiness and joy.
Thereís the south,
strong and daring,
thorns, trees , and bushes.
So many take this path yet almost never succeed.
I choose the west.
Where does it go?
What happens in the west?
I go toward it not knowing what to expect.
I take a step, nothing.
I keep walking on the long dark path
it seems like itís going nowhere,
then I see a light
I reach out to it, but I canít reach it.
I walk a little father, nothing,
I look around then I take a step.
I fall, Iím falling,
down, down, down
it seems like Iíll never stop
then I stop, I hear a voice
the voice is calling me
telling me to get up.
I open my eyes
it was all a dream, or was it?
My breath is getting shorter, Iím scared.
I hear my dad saying 70 feet.
Why was she there?
I remember the cabin, the woods.
Oh God, the cliff at the end.
But why did I jump?
Thereís so many paths of life
and I chose west.