Two paths both different and alike.
One was dark with footprints in the dried grass.
The other was filled with vegetation and light.
I took a glance at my past,
Hoping my future would be just as bright.
I pondered the first,
With it's overgrowth shielding the sun.
Was it really worth,
Abandoning my dreams to follow the sum?
I turned to the second,
And I felt a little flutter.
I seemed to be beckoned,
My feet were as light as butter.
My footsteps left a mark,
But the man's with me did not.
On the road I will always remark,
As the beginning of the life I sought.
The winds and turns of my journey,
Barely start a worry.
For I know the sun will light my path,
And success is close enough to grasp.