Three Roads, One Choice

You. Three roads in the morning haze. One burns red past the town

line. One climbs quiet into blue sky. One just loops back to the

stop sign. You're tracing circles in the dust. Heel prints. Half-hearted arrows.

Asking which one holds your past. Which one swallows your tomorrows.

There are three roads. One to hell. One to heaven. One where you're

stuck in the moment. And the choice is yours. Yeah.

The choice is yours. Either forward or backward, either faith or

fear in your hands. There are three roads and the choice