Walking on the road,
Staring back for the followers
Pleased to be alone sometimes
Furious and dismantled on others
The wind follows you though
With you and around you
Pushing you sideways or forwards
Forcing you to stop sometimes
The wind never chooses you
You pick the road
And the wind chose the road too
This is sad but true
Will you turn back?
Will you welcome it with open arms?
A lot of thought it will take
To decide what choice you will make.
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