Paths we longed for yet untaken confront us at each step,
Offering illicit vistas and dreams too precious to forget,
While all the while we wander in the paths of hate and pain,
Wishing we still had the choice between the roads again.

But on these hateful potholed roads we stumble down at dawn
The light comes glugging thickly rolling over us with scorn.
Though all of us are equal here the people that we meet
Still twist and score and change to gargoyles in the street.

We all of us are agonised and so very much aware
We joined this road simply because our choices brought us there,
And though we weep and cry at the cruelty that we see,
We can be sure that this is all our lives will ever be.


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