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The choices I make

define the life I live,

The moves you make

recreate your world.


the webs we weave,

the decisions we take,

get more tangled

each day.

Yet, we persist

on an uncertain path.

For every other way

seems too logical.

Governed by

our hopeless hearts,

we trudge on.

The cynical me,

the hopeful you.

For we refuse

to believe,

or accept

that this is the end,

Or it will end like this.