The Road Taken
The Road Taken
Two roads converged in a desolate wood,
And I had followed The Right
Long had I travelled it, sure where I stood
That it would fulfill me in ways nothing could
I was blinded, but not by the light.
I peered down the other, unable to see
Why I looked down on that road
And the people who walked it, long before me,
All the while feeling I was The Payee
When to Life, we are ‘owing’, not ‘owed’.
The alternate path seemed no different than mine
The differences subtle at best
So what then is choice when two roads combine
Trying to be perfect and ne’er out-of-line
It’s foolish – to this I attest!
I hated my brother for who he was not
Loved him for who he could be
But ne’er did I love him right there in his spot
My love had condition far worse than I thought
But no longer, for now I am free.
- A. J. Darkholme (June 2017)