I close my eyes.
I stand at a crossroads, which road to choose?
So many to choose from, but where do they go?
To decide one path is to rid myself of any other choice.
But what if it's wrong? I can't go back.
I look down one path, I squint down another, trying to figure out which is best.
As I stand there undecided, one path disappears.
Wait! But...what if I had chosen that path?
It's too late. I can't take the time any longer.
I choose my path.
I open my eyes.
7 comments:
The story of my life. I can never choose the path though, so many choices. So many unknowns. But you know that ;)
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry that i could not travel both and be one traveler..."
Frost was a good teacher.
Choose well...just make sure to take the one that makes the difference...
Child Ish: Yeah, I know :)
Corner Point: Actually Frost was also my inspiration. I knew that poem of his by heart at one point in time, and it was one of my favorites. "Two paths divereged in a yellow wood...and I? I took the path less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."
(May have messed that up, but you get the idea.)
Almost... ;-)
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."
I recited that poem in an oratorical contest in grade school. Never forgot it. It's a good one...
Path? What path?! I make my own paths!
Corner Point: You're right. I knew I had messed it up. I also had to memorize it for a contest...unfortunately however, it has left my mind over the years.
Moshe: Forget making your own path, you make your own other-dimension transport device :)
Shortest path through any maze is a chainsaw. :-D
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