Writing it My Way

Frank Sinatra

I stand at a crossroads
Unsure of the true path
Having thousands
Laying at my feet
Yet none of them
Feel right
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I see many in the distance
Waving and calling
Saying their path is best
Created on their own
So they know it well
And crow its glory
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I see a little
From other roads
A turn here
A brick there
Not enough to go
And claim the entire path
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Gathering myself
I take my first real step
Unclaimed dirt meets my feet
Denied paths fade
And I will carry on
Writing my own way