As I walk to the gates of hell
My friends and family wish me well
Change is good
Inevitable they say
Best to embrace it or get out of the way.
Through the gates and down the path
A fork appears
<~Rebirth or wrath? ~>
I sit and think
And take my time
Who am i now? A pantomime?
I take the left
But im still walking
Till one day
I am the squaw king