Life's Choices
The path is wide as a field
Riddled with objects
Stones to trip, and
Pot holes to sink
Both impede the path
There is no way across
Too many holes need filling
Too many rocks need moving
Filling holes with rocks,
Can take you so far
But even the strongest,
Will one day fall
Further up the path
The path overgrown
Not many have passed
Into this unknown
Strive for the trees
At the end of the field
The darkness to hide
In the rebirth of trees
It is your choice to make,
This path that you take
Better for others who come
Or wander around
The trees that surround
Hide in darkness
But as you do, consider this,
If the path were clear, far less would be amiss.