my path...
it is getting dimmer
i can hardly see the path in front of me
no more...
is the candle not bright anymore
or the wind is too strong
why is there no shelter ahead
there has not been one since the last fork
i thought taking the path less travelled by
is the best choice
i thought i could see the end of the road that time
lighted by the candle in my hand
but then now i realize all is just an illusion
made up by my immature mind
it is impossible to turn around
this is a one-way trip
it is getting dimmer
i can hardly see the path in front of me
no more...
is the candle not bright anymore
or the wind is too strong
why is there no shelter ahead
there has not been one since the last fork
i thought taking the path less travelled by
is the best choice
i thought i could see the end of the road that time
lighted by the candle in my hand
but then now i realize all is just an illusion
made up by my immature mind
it is impossible to turn around
this is a one-way trip
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