mirevolver

Tried to mix up my style a little with this one.

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The crossroads.

At the crossroads I have stood,
Many months have passed since I
Arrived at this fork of paths.
I thought as to where and why,
But I could not find reason
To set foot on either road.
So I stood there and pondered,
About a mountain abode
That the first trail went toward.
Then to the desert looked I,
And peered down the second path
To gaze at all the cacti.
For months I could not decide,
But now I have found the way
To the future right for me.
And so with all this delay,
I must travel on my way.

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Aside from my great plans to become the future dictator of the moon, I have little interest in political discussions.