This is the way under scorching sun at noon
Another in twilight crisscross each other,
Intervening diversion manifest with darkness
And choices multiply rendering the mind perplexed
Having inconsistent bent to trim the arduous distance,
Nothing found to reconcile the choices hesitant
With all ways ending apparent before a river
Wherein surmises jump with embankment height.
Each road run steady towards the boat man hut
Save the intervening in perpetual confusing rounds.
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