Paths

I watch faces
Every day
And I wonder at their stories
At the paths they’ve walked
Does it make sense to them
The choices they’ve made

I know my own face
I’ve walked my own story
But it still doesn’t make sense
The choices and paths I’ve chosen

I guess I don’t know how
To live in a straight line
Just a pinball path
I guess we’ve all got a bit of that
Some just more than others

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