This road starts but never ends
It has choices but never a decision
This road loves and never hates
It continues and never stops
This road is improvised by all step foot upon it
It inspires and changes
This road paves the way through childhood
It branches off from its stem like a tree's limbs
This road grows with its travelers
It looks over them as they walk it.
The toy falls
faster
faster
closer to the ground
its paws reaching out
it lands on the grass with a light thud
it hides there
waiting
quietly.
I have the chance to do anything
not quite everything
but many things
and I don't know what I want to do.
I could be a writer
or start my own company
or be an Einstein-level mathematician
I hate stereotypes
and the heavy, constant smell of perfume as I walk by my classmates wearing too much lip gloss
but I like dressing myself up
and I do care about my appearance
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