This was written several years ago - as I was looking at life and choices. |
Crossroads: I am standing here at this crossroad Not sure which way to go. One seems treacherous, long and hard The going would be slow. The other seems smooth and straight; With nary a hill to see. The grass beside the path is green And it beckons me. The easy way is calling me to come to start an easy journey. But the road less traveled I have to take For me to learn to be free. There are no lessons to learn, chances to grow When you take the easy life. For the foundation of a meaningful life is built In our learning to overcome strife. I know I have lessons to learn, and things I must do. As I longingly look at the traveled way Built on traditions, others beliefs, others dreams It’s the only way, they all seem to say. The road less traveled, seems dark and cold. Yet it’s the way I know I must choose. For above all else, these words I must live by “To thine own self be true .” So I wearily turn from the easier path Setting my sights anew And as I step onto the lesser traveled A flicker of light shines through And with each step I take, a hand reaches out To encourage me to look within A friend, a stranger, they come to me Teachers taking me to places I have never been And yet it seems I have always been there, Somehow I have always known And finally my fighting is over, for now I know The road less traveled, leads me home... 2003 ~Dreamweaver~ |