“Walking stick in my right hand,Gazing silently at the land.Cedar strewn path in front of me lies,Cheerful birdsongs fill the skies.Light breezes blow my cape awry,As I walk along, I know not why!The path of life, so tried and true,Is sometimes bright and sometimes blue.Walking the path in this forest fair,Breathing deep, the fragrant air.Life's path shows us the way,Stay on it, do not sway.Unless, of course, in front of you lies,A fork in the path for you to try.A decision, now, for you to make,A fork to choose, a lot's at stake.You spy ahead as far as able,Down each of three forks on life's table,One of the forks seems to be broken.Decide against it, it may be a token,Of brighter times on the horizon of life.The other forks may hold more strife.No one knows the future ahead,We live our lives until we are dead.”

“There are two paths of which one may choose in the walk of life; one we are born with, and the one we consciously blaze. One is naturally true, while the other is a perceptive illusion. Choose wisely at each fork in the road.”

“If you ever walk down a path surrounding by negative energy, look for the fork in the path then cross over to the positive side.”

“With all these forks in the roads of our path, why do so many choose to take the knife?”

“You know how every now and then, you have a moment where your whole life stretches out ahead of you like a forked road, and even as you choose one gritty path you've got your eyes on the other the whole time, certain that you're making a mistake.”

“Sometimes you wonder, I mean really wonder.I know we make our own reality, and we always have a choice, but how much is preordained? Is there always a fork in the road, and are there two preordained paths that are equally preordained? There could be hundreds of paths where one could go this way or that way -- there's a chance, and it's very strange sometimes.”