• There are two paths:

    One path, made of dirt and gravel,
    made of twists and turns,
    made of blood and tears,
    made of thorns and shattered glass...
    Twists and turns...
    It weaves, it dips, it rises,
    and it is a long, weary journey.

    The other, made of gold and marble,
    made of sameness and repeat,
    made of happiness and dreams,
    made of silk and pearls...
    Sameness and repeat...
    It stays, it's stable, it's gentle,
    and it is short-lived.

    That first path leads to a city.
    The city is bustling and warm,
    it's walls are made of forutne and wealth,
    success and pride,
    respect and dignity.
    It's riches are well-earned,
    for the only path to it is
    one of work.

    The second path leads to nothing.
    Bleak and empty,
    black and cold,
    Where the sun refuses to shine,
    Where Death beckons;
    Its emptiness is earned only
    by the the easy path, the lazy path.

    Each path has its own forks and choices,
    and each path gives the chance to
    convert
    to
    the
    other.

    There are two major choices in life.
    There are two different fates.

    There are two paths.