Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Forked
Given a simple binary choice.
I took a road I never thought I would
travel.
I had worn paths so many times, so
many wandering meander lines.
At the fork trying to trek, the
lush green, fecund track.
My quick, light steps left no groove.
So I thought that was that.
Until my star was crossed.
It's trajectory sling shot.
Forced that along that other path.
No briar roses only thorns.
Barbs that pierce
Useless tears, snot, viscously
viscous fluids.
Silently I trekked on.
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