There was a boy who dreamed so high
Looked at the sky to see if he can try
As Life went on all that he can see,
Is a harsh road filled with spikey trees.
Down he goes to see the road,
There he goes all scarred and burned.
As he walked forward the road of pain,
He then saw three roads all sharp and vain.
Though he couldn’t decide which path to take,
So he twirled around and chose to just eat a steak.
He looked and looked what he should do.
But he is stuck with nothing to do.
Like a vegetable he sits idly by,
Letting other strangers pass him by.
He was envious of these strangers so there he looked.
First road, second road, or third road…
For so long he couldn’t decide.
The boy became a man and a footstep is seen.
To the first road it shall be…