A Road Not Taken, Is Another Road Open Poem by Jonas Hansen

Rolling and strolling down a road, afar and down.
Overture of possibility, grinding the cobblestone to it's roots.
Affection, affliction and addiction, overshadowing.
Dangling on the border of ingenuity.

Icarus's wings take hold, groped by the wind.
Scarring a so sought after idea, created long past.

Aggravated and confused, now lurking instead of searching.
Layers dropping and peeling, one self truly lost.
Waving the white flag, flat-lined, before the bright of dawn.
Again the dice rolls, a chance beckons before the end of day.
Yesterday now forgotten, present again takes shape.
Sacrifice payed off, glory days lie in wait.

Obtained the goal, ambition takes hold.
Paralyzingly, the world could be much different.
Ease, a feeling never truly gathered nor appreciated.
Narrow, it was, shallow and crowded it was, but the Road is now truly free