A thousand miles behind us
Another thousand ahead
At the crossroads we stand
Whence two futures awaits.

Reject the path well trodden
Reject with a perfect conscience
Heed thee friend, you know not
What vices that way lie.

Obscure lies your road
Prey to the undergrowth, it awaits
Biding its time, years at a stretch
For those few, whom sanity forsake.

If we meet down this lane, dear friend
Perchance to realize that astray we travelled
Far too much, far too long
Will you share the swig with me?
Or will you have a swig at me?
When the final hour falls nigh.