Open Roads Poem by Laura arwen

I don't come
back to the
old roads
My roads aren't
open rather they
are more close
For someone there
are many open
roads
Every roads has
got multiple occasions
They have many
obstacles so I
don't walk them
There are something
new and very
unpredictable
For me they
are enormous and
strange
I fear them
because they are
my worst enemy
They are so
terrible and tortuous
to be taken
you have to
know how to
move in them
because it is
easy to lose
or err
For someone they
are a big
penalty
They are very
chaotic and with
some cheating
They are insidious
and deadly
In them there
are no certainties
but the conclusions
come fast and
hasty
Sometimes they are
new and in
perfect order
They are not
suitable to lead
us to a
humble home, or
a final conquest