A fork in the road
exists,
The constant decision
persists;
To which end do I
travel –
Right or left?
One way is doom,
The other – perhaps
gloom,
Or maybe joy, peace,
Or immeasurable love.
If I decide now,
I question how
Or when
I would return to the
place
Of beginning advance.
A long lost chance
Of traveling mans’
romance;
The time to choose is
certainly now.
I go
I know
This place
This face
I’ve seen
Before.
7/7/08, MR
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