By the Roadside
Two roads diverged in a wood
I stood there by the roadside clueless
Seldom I took a glance at the pedestrians that walked afar behind me
A man with a crippled feet responded with an equally blank smile
He walked right passed me disappearing into the woods
From the deep thicket a child appeared with a bowl on her hand
Quickly, she took a left rushing fast on her way
May be its time I asked for directions, softly I thought
A fools errand or a kings call I should had time to respond
Two roads before me without the spirit to discern my path
The cloud high above hanging like a canopy
I looked up for signs, a flash in a direction to observe
None from up above did I see
Looked down to my feet
Caught a glimpse of the steps of they that walked ahead of me
Big footsteps that scared me, I felt timid
Looked up again and saw the clouds part
Behold a beautiful smile was the impression
Telling me to carry on pursue the right
Alas the footsteps ahead were gods own
Walking ahead of me to pave my way
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