Path.

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It is the time, where the path is about to be encountered

There is another one there, a choice to be entered

Strolling on the highway, and suddenly running

Hands stretched for the sun, and quickly tripping

But it has to be the right way

Someone, show me, how to stay

It takes me a while, to learn

It takes me a while, to realize

No time, run

Right now, go

To be quick to just listen

And understand, the decision

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