There were three roads spread out before me
One to the left, the right, and in immediate sight;
My legs so weak, and my mind so weary
Not prepared for such a plight.

One looked so violent, that being the center
Comprised of sharp rocks like jagged glass;
Almost refusing any wanderer to enter
My destination right past its path, alas.

The right was glazed over with the densest of fog
Brewing of growls, howls, and blunder;
Eyes brightly breaking the midnight smog
Through the trees it began to thunder.

My eyes then focused on the left route
This one so much different than the rest;
Deer playfully reared and skipped about
A multitude of birds sleeping in their nest.

Was it such a decision I would have to make,
When one road was clearly the most secure?
They say don’t be fooled by the shine and take
The path that seems too sure.

03/21/2009

Posted on 03/21/2009
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