The Path we Choose
Greener was the ground before we walked
Purer was the air before we breathed
Cleaner was the the water before we swam
The future is many pathways, it eludes us
Our past is the memories of the people, it haunts us
But as each life flickers forth
A new story starts
And a new choice to make
Lies before each person's path
This poem is about:
Our world
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