THE TWO ROADS

THE TWO ROADS

There was a path
deep in the woods
once it forked -
the bad, the good.

I chose to take
the left hand path
I did not know
I had no map.

Now this road I travel
Is dirty and battered
Its littered with dreams
that are broken and tattered.

Paved with wrong doings
and dotted with hearts
that were taken from people
and just torn apart.

Pain and regret
are common here
wherever you turn
they're always near.

I want to cross
to the other path
and leave behind
the painful wrath.

I thought I was forever
doomed to walk
and all the gates
were tightly locked.

But as I continued
A footbridge I could see
A bridge of hope
called out to me.

Slowly I crossed
To the path of good
Finally I was on the path
of which I thought I should.

Now hidden deep
within the woods
the one that forked
paths bad and good.

I once was wrong
But now I'm right
and before me
glows a gliding light.

Altered by
a little step
so close to falling
in darkened depths.

But I was finally
pulled to hope
I found that footbridge
and learned to cope.

My simple mistake
following the crowd
ignoring the heart
that speaks so loud.

The choices you make
can change your life
one will bring happiness
the other strife.

Following the crowd
won't lead you to right
if you follow your heart
you'll be guided by light.

There was a path
deep in the woods
once it forked -
the bad, the good.

Heed my warning
because I know
follow your heart
you'll know where to go.

~Shreela Bajoria~

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