Doors all around me everywhere on everyside
Some doors dark while others are light
The passes vary some narrow some wide
Only time to choose one to go left or to go right
Some paths are grim and full of holes
Some may never end but be awful on my wary soles
Some are free for passing while others are guarded with toles
Some contain all forms of malice the prettiest to see but the hardest of strolls
Stairs straight up
Stairs straight down
Through some I must climb
Through others I must drop
To what end
To what end
I could blindly guess or methodically make up my mind
Every path will contain an amount of grief and wine
There is only one path before me
That path is mine
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