Some say life is a train
Set on a track that can’t change
All joy is predetermined, as is pain
The track ends at a set age.
Others say life is a road
With many choices along the way
When you reach the end of one road
There is always another way.
I believe it is the last
For if life were a track
Then everything would come to pass
So much easier; without a way back
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