Two paths converged
within this forest.
Two lives wondering
from path to path. This is the store of life, right?
We wonder around in a disillusioned state
not knowledgable about where we're going,
but just going.
Wrong, I like to think these paths
where created for a reason.
Created for you and me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem