in life a fork in the path comes,
just after you've finished your irrelevent summs.
just before you start to pave an untrodden way,
on soils of unset clay.
past present future.
are the stark choises given.
not tied with bow and ribbon,
but with tears and sweat,
caused by fear and regret.
the past tells you to live alone,
polishing a heart of warm stone.
the present tells you to live too close to the fire.
your heart on sale to any buyer.
the future tells you to live and conform,
to all evils of the social norm.
to work too hard,
for the establishment,
you didn't vote for.
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