The Path Choosing

Susan, they said.

You must, you must, they insisted.

Susan, oh little Susan, you do not know what must be done;

Listen to us, sweet Susan, they implored.

All of the little flowers in the garden insisted that I follow their way

They must know best after all right?

Yet my name is not Susan.

My name is Jill.

Also, I am not a flower.

Right, right, right they said.

We are right, so you must be wrong if you do not choose our way.

I choose left.

I was not wrong; neither were they.

We both chose our paths.

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