There are two paths
One down a long, bright road
This road makes you work hard
But always ends in white brightness
Then there is the other
A dark easy road
It ensures that you never work hard
Make others work for you
Treat them badly, have the last laugh
Except at the end
It almost always ends in jail
Or a broken heart
Do you want to work hard and win at life
Or do you want the easy way out
And end your life with your heart in cage
Your Choice
At the crossroads of life
The sand is slipping through my fingers
Gravity pulling what is unable to stay
Through cracks and crevices
It is slipping away
Just like time
The time is slipping away
Through the fingers of reality
The past, pulling it away
The present, trying to hold on
And the future, adding more
To reality’s hand
Making time the endless river of sand
The waves are so still
The wind has silenced
The world has stopped it’s works
The sun grows big
The sun grows red
It is now a red giant
It will swallow us all
We flee to Mars
We will live for a short time
As long as the sun god shines sweet
Before us it will eat
lifethrupoems 
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