we cannot choose any path
no matter the American mantra.
they are chosen for us from birth
and we follow the well trod footsteps of
our ancestry, but yet
on a snowy day, when the sun is
glittering off pristine tracks,
we notice there are two and we
wonder which way to go,
the ancestors are sleeping and we
pause to consider the path not
taken.
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