Corpse

As I transition from child to teenager, into young man with no plan
Into grown man to old man into a corpse that’s cold
I want to be able to look back at all the forks in the road
and be proud I chose the right path
Evading evil temptation
Spoon-fed to this generation.
Will I be content with my choices
When you send your rejoices?

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