MY SPEAKING PLATFORM.

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.