Two
roads diverged within a wood
A hallowed wood, and where I stood
Upon the right, a narrow gate
A road ascended steep and straight
But looming on mine left there lay
A thoroughfare, a well -worn way
And keen to see beyond the bend
The twisted trail I did descend
An d I decided I will
take the road well traveled
Stroll along this lane of gravel
Shift and slide from side to side
The wayward way is wide
But still the road became,
the trees receded, the forest fades
The vast expanse I would explore,
but growth beway, then nevermore
The sun, ashamed, has turned to shade
The darkness not of night invades
But far ahead, a fiery glow
What could it be? I'd like to know
So I go along the winding
road well -traveled
Heedless of the judge's gavel
I've left redemption far behind
Too curious to find
The destination of the
gaping road well -traveled
While my spirit comes unraveled
Shadows haunt my withered soul
Fear has taken hold
Now at the end of life, I say,
if only I'd taken the other
way
But I took the path of least resistance,
and that has made all the difference.
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