One day I came across 2 paths in the wood
neither took my fancy, as they did not look too good
dark and foreboding, and filled with mocking crows
I turned and went back a ways to where the creek flows
I decide downstream, was the way to go
in evenings coming darkness, in the distance there a glow
I walked and walked the creek, till I came across a path
smoke and flames burned there, all consumed by fires wrath
Continuing down the creek bed, a very busy bridge
it seems someone had been murdered, there across the ridge
a single traveler attacked while walking all alone
down the lonely path, hit in the head with a stone
So the moral of this story, for choices you will pay
if you do not like the options, make your own way
do not simply do, what others have already tried
get outside of your box, the lid open you must
Frost inspired