Life has many ways, many lines
Roads we've been walking through
Shortcuts we have come across
sometimes used them, sometimes not

People who tried to lead us somewhere
To places about which we had no idea
Sometimes lieing to us, using us
Then leaving us with our fear
and unsuccesful ideas

Then I have come to a crossroads point
Where I could choose which place I can go
One was dirty as a rusty pipe's hole
Another one, was harder to go
but bigger trophies

I have choosed the dusty one, with unfinished ideas
It will be easier, with no such fear
Like the other one, with bigger priec to get
But longer trip to past away