And then suddenly
Came a fork in
the road
The path the to right seemed easy
I had done it before several times
I learned shortcuts, got bruises, and lost
If I chose that path again
I could get
thrown backward
The path to the left looked safe, rewarding
Something I wanted, but feared
Everyone fears loss of what they gain
But to reinvent oneself is to make a turn
We either repeat or refresh
Book smarts is never prepared for the streets
At least that’s my point,
I was never prepared for the streets
I was never prepared for the streets
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