Narrative Poem
Two ways Not One
--FreeBird 02
Two days and two ways not one,
With sorrow no alignment between days and ways
I travel a loan, both days and ways
Now I wonder, should I plunder for one
Was there shadows blocking the vision I should go?
Taking a second look, one seemed like the other
Leaves scattered, disguising the turns, so dark
Which way should I go, one for the other;
Though all is unclear, there now is a light
Which way to turn is now clear, through the night,
And all equations add up, to the left and right
Despite darken debris the steps were clear.
Oh, me oh my, random choices had to wait, Right!
Despite direction, ways compile so clear,
Doubling left could ever lead right, another year.
I may be telling this with so soft subtle breathe;
Days age by day, henceforth direction do too
Choices made never change till death
So I chose the one less traveled to death
Traveling my mind at ease too.
September 19,2025
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