What I Could Choose

Two different path 
Diverged in my life, 
One is filled with flowers, 
And other is Thorns. 

I stood there confused 
What I could choose?
Flowers or thorns 
Yet the results are hidden.

I could ramble 
In the flowery path 
Meadows may turn to mat 
When I am weary. 

Thorny path may wound me 
I could never rest 
If I am weary 
Yet the results are hidden. 

My mind is weary 
To choose the right path 
What I could choose? 
Yet the result are hidden. 

Choices of my life, 
May twist if I am wrong, 
I stood there confused 
With no guts to choose. 

Flowers may dry and wither 
Thorns may scare me to death 
Still my goals are far 
What I could choose? 
Yet the results are hidden.

Striving hard with effort 
Or comfort for life ,
One must be chosen,
Yet the results are hidden. 

Flowers and thorns 
Are the parts life 
Yet hard to choose, 
What will I loose? 


08 July 2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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