This tree of paths,
Those memories remain.
The good and the bad, continue on.
Changing and moving,
Some toxic without end.
These are mitigated by happiness and friendship.
But there are so many paths, so many futures, memories.
A universe of possibilities,
Questioning reality, all the realitie.
My fatalistic outlook to the darkness and pain of being.
The tree of paths branching out, bringing people back into nature,
Back into being.