I glance at my choices,
Countless and yet few.
They lie there as if paths,
Each leading to you.
Some will bring you near,
Some drive you away.
It's like Russian Roulette,
Don't want to choose today.
Close my eyes and point,
Choose one on a whim.
The one that I have chosen,
Is it light or is it grim?
Open my eyes to see,
Yet a shroud lies in the way.
Cloaking the chosen path,
In different shades of gray.
This decision may bring,
Happiness or sorrow.
I step back from the paths,
I'll wait until tomorrow...
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