I don’t know form where did they emerge
Till now these roads went parallel to each other
But I didn’t know it won’t last further
I’m standing at the place where four roads diverges
If I choose the path with red petals forming the floor
I might meet a person for whom I fall for
The one who would fight to be with me
And might fall on his knees
If I take the one with berries blue
I would be with the ones whom I already knew
They taught me to have respect,
In life’s every aspect.
One path is where I have to pass through thorns
The thorns are sharply tipped as it warns
Though it is charming me to make it my choice
As I could hear my dream’s voice
The last path is very enjoyable
Everyone are together even when the habits aren’t likeable
Here we could share our pain
Without having any greed of gain
I don’t know which path to choose
In any situation I have many thing to loose
Isn’t there a one way which consist to all these ways
I would like everyone to stay
Suddenly my eyes open
And the dream is broken
I wish I never have to face that
I happy to not be in that place with all mighty grace
“In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn’t matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did.”
by Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
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