The Second Path

I have two paths to choose from,
And I must travel before I can reach the split.
But either path leads back to the other,
And the end of my journey shall be in the same place.

Although the uphill on the left is in the beginning,
And the right is near the end before they rejoin,
It makes little difference in my choice,
And they both never seem to go downhill.

And I see the paths that over have taken before,
Now meet and rejoin the mainstream path I took,
But I see everyone else in the same boat as me,
Staying on the river, as I jump ashore and create my way.

Sometimes the senic route is less picturesque than the highway,
But the rewards are greater, and so is the challenge.
But my friends are all along the river, and in the
Mountainous shore, friends are hard to find.

Left or Right

When I have a choice or left or right,
Someone makes that choice for me.
They usually pick the right one,
Or, most of the time, they pick the easiest for them,
Or the one that they normally take.
Yet, there I was, walking down that dirt path, and it split.
No one was around for miles.
I had dreamed of this moment,
And that I'd take the right choice.
But I just sat there, figuring it out,
And another path slowly evolved.
Soon, I was surrounded in a circle of paths,
The original two still in front.
It all confused me,
So I turned around, and went home.

Path Closed

Photo by: dougward

My doctor told me today that I will die soon,
And as I look back at my life,
I've discovered that I've taken the
Path so few others have taken.

I wish I hadn't take this path however,
For all this path has shown me is loneliness, confusion, and death.

I wish I could go back and put up a "Path Closed" sign,
But I know that others must suffer like I have.
Besides, there's probably already a "Path Closed" sign there,
And I'm going to die soon.