There are two roads in life.

Winding over the rivers of choice.

Twisting around the mountains of consciousness.

Doors that both have a set direction but no set destination.

With very few signposts.

Under un telling clouds.

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The first path is of the self.

Paved with comfort but only in one direction.

Trying to constantly escape from the second path.

Rarely intersecting with other paths.

A lonely path,

But perhaps peaceful.

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The second path is of the others.

A rough path that is not always pleasing to the eye.

But gilt in gold for everyone else.

Paved smoothly in both directions but harshly.

Crossing often with other paths with more signposts than needed.

Far from lonely but not peaceful.

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Few people know that there is a secret middle path.

A door that can lead somewhere new or just a blank wall.

A destination that could lead somewhere better or worse than the other two.

Or just feed into one of the other two roads.

A wildcard that the soul bets on as a last resort.

I have chosen the middle path.