So many ways to choose for walking
Which of this paths should I try
There is a man returning
Guess he has got a false trial
And when I ask him
Hey man, what's wrong
He smiles and answers:
I think this way's too long
Pushed and pulled at points of entry
Gateway of my chances
Back and forth - two steps, I weary
I'm frozen under the sun
Now that I've walked a thousand life-miles
Some of those miles I regret
Next bifurcation's coming
Which of two ways is the best
And when I'm asking
Oh, Lord what's right
There ain't an answer
Frozen Under The Sun
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