The outcome is the same
Every day choices are made
Some drive home millions
A million others drive home insane
Do you think a choice
Can cause much to be gained
And naively think
life is a game
For what is a choice
If not a gamble
And gambling vain
If in the road lies a fork
Do not be afraid
For there are many ways
But only one can one afford
And i say they are all the same
Plead if you will this is not true
Please understand if you will
Peace is more than a piece of virtue
And if there are roads
How are they made?
where is the end
Death is but a spot
And to Life not a friend
To all these roads
There is no way to get to
Where you cannot go
It is not the road the path
Or the way
But the hand that holds you
That brings much gain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem