I'm not there yet but I'm getting closer
The fork used to look different.
None of these roads are yellow, none in a forest.
One road is straight, broad
the other I cannot see but I know it's there
It used to be different. Used to be three roads, one clearly visible, the two others not.
Now, since I seem to have made a choise
I kept to one road, left the other ones behind
everything looks different.
I'm still on the same road but the landscape changed
around me it's spring
ahead I cannot see.
So how can I choose?
I know now that the choise I will make - the choise I have to make
of utmost importance.
How can I know which road to take?
The one less traveled is not really an option
nor am I at the middle of my life's road.
Nor am I in a forest, lost.
I have two roads ahead. One leads on
the other, I cannot see
But wherever I choose to go I have been before
and yet never ever seen.
Both lead to mountains,
both mountains, when the top is reached, give me a splendid view
If I can get there.
There is a fork, ahead.