“BRANCHES” 01 May 02

As time flows
destiny unfolds
the paths we take
the choice is made
a limitless choice
from birth
shrinks to nothing

I could have been anything
I could have had anyone
but I ended up like this
the branches of barren trees
from the root the options became
slimmer and arcane
to nothing at all

every journey ends
with the paths dead.

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