Roads
there's a slim space
between
the what
you want to do
and the what
you have to do...
between
the where
you want to be
and the where
you have to be.
a space that widens
with time
into a chasm.
until
that dream
that road not taken
be gradually consumed
by the forest
obscured
becoming indiscernible
from the trees.
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