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Three Paths
I have three paths
ones smooth, fair and pale.
Another's dark, indecisive and peach trees surround.
The last ones like me random, spiralled and incomplete.
I have three paths
I loved the first one for years, took it all the time.
Until there was a twist.
The stones upon its surface were beautiful,
and the rock a land mark halfway through was perfect,
the bridge is next and it goes so well with the rest.
Then there's the two lovely dark brown boulders.
The light changes there colour ever so slightly.
I have three paths
the second one is irresistible.
like an addiction.
the bridge is still beautiful and young.
The ditches along the sides of the pathway carry love.
Then there is the gargoyles, daring you to look at them.
A drug when you do.
Its impossible to tear your eyes away once you have seen the beautiful emerald green, hazel flecks, and dark streaks on the gargoyles.
I have three paths
the last is the newest.
Although it looks sweet.
It is dangerous and astray from the world.
It has character like no other.
But although beautiful like the summers day.
I favour the character of the toadstools, shrubs, butterfly's and thorns.
More than the looks of them.
I have three paths
the first one I loved but gave up hope and faith.
The second one does not even know of this lie.
The third one I feel sorry for loving as much as I do.
Should I have lost hope, does it feel too.
Should I tell its lie.
Should I live in guilt.
I have three paths
they are not paths that you think.
they are not literal paths.
they are paths of life.
choices.
