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Two paths

It's good multiple realities meet
A mathematical need.
Nice when math and mental anguish agree.
In all the possible eventualities,
I can still feel the one with you and me.

"Two paths?" "One traveller?" True.
But "long I stood?" No. Untrue.
It's an instant when time tears,
When your future comes unglued,
When your one path, becomes two.

There's no "kept the first for another day"
With this life I've since made.
Everyday we step further away,
And yet it's a relief to know fate is a mistake.
The best road is the one you take.