THE LONELY PATH

I walk, I walk
Through a lonely path
In search of the unknown
With no guide, map or lead

I hear voices, loud voices
Walk, run, run, walk
Which should I obey
Can one serve two masters?

I run fast, faster
For I must get to nowhere in time
The voice my voice leads on
Then I run to a stop

The road is divided, three parts
Each one leads to a future unknown
Dark, bright, dark-bright maybe
Which should I tread?

I close my eyes, I listen
The voices were silent
I look around, I see shadow
My shadow, I am alone

I must choose, I must
One road is straight , smooth, wide
The other dirty, dusty and bend
The third grassy, never being grazed

Thump thump! I hear beats
My heart beats, it beats fear
The voices returns
Clear and loud they speak

Take the smooth, fine road
It is wide, there are more
Footprints on it than others
Tread on this one, it is bright

No take the dirty, dusty one
Bend, dark though it may look
With just two or four prints
But it is bright.

Look how green the grasses are
Tread on this fertile road
It hold promises of a better future
You are green, green is bright.

What should I do?
I look around, I see two people
They have taken their paths
The smooth, wide road.

Is one leading one?
They didn't wait, stop, to choose
Maybe they have seen their future
And know the road that leads to it

It must be the road
I must tread with them
As I stretch my leg to stride
I hear a different voice

Calm and low,
Wide and smooth is the
Road that leads to destruction
Many will and have tread on it

Which should I take, I shouted
The voice is silent again
My head starts to spin
My eyes starts to dim

I want to go back, back home
Returning won't be easy
I have run and walked miles here
I must press on, forward

I must choose before the
Day closes it eyes
I must choose when
The birds are still singing

I have chosen, the lonely path
I have taken the road
Less trodden, the dusty road
I strode on with hopes and fear.

Vivian Sunday.