"Choose!" They scream...

pick one only
forget the rest

once you start down a path
there is no divergence They believe
having seen that all Their lives
and who's to say They're wrong?

but if so
why must i decide now?
before i have the facts
experience to choose right
choose well the direction
i take
my time is scarce
precious
to more than me it seems

before i leave on My journey
what should i take with me?

"Where to?" the driver wonders...wanders

wherever the wheels take me, I guess...

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