Two Roads
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, do I take the one less traveled by? The path I’m on is one of solitude, I feel. And although I feel the path I’m on is one of righteousness, why would it be the one that makes me feel alone? Am I merely one who refuses to assimilate? If the other road leads into what opposes my religion, would indulging myself in it be damnation, or relief? Do I have the will to strive on or will I be another victim of an altered life. Yet on the other hand those who have followed or switched to that road, seem to be able to sleep easier than I. Many sleepless nights have left me exhausted and just as conflicted. Would the alternate road be the solution to rest my mind and ease my pain? Or would it just be the final straw that drives me into udder insanity?
