Photo by: DeviantNep

I walked a winding path alone.

It twisted and turned;

Had red pines and blue stones.

Birds would croak and toads would chirp.

Turtles perched on trees,

While miniscule elephants heartily burped.

I found the whole scene amusing

Until the moon went down.

The sun’s darkness blinded me from seeing.

Then I saw a sign not too far away.

It glowed radiantly,

And asked me to choose, “White or Gray?”

Suddenly, two paths appeared in front.

The left was called Pale,

While the other was called Froth.

Pale was immensely bright, had snow for miles,

was cold and barren.

But I could sense that staying here would make me smile.

Froth had a cemented road that was double the former.

No trees. No Water.

But animals thrived and people gathered.

I couldn’t choose between the left or right.

It confused me, so

I laid down at the crossroads; calling it a night.

When I woke up the birds chirped, the sun had stayed and

Only one path was left.

I don’t know what it’s called, but it had no end.

So I walked the solitary road alone.

It didn’t twist and turn;

Had green pines and gray stones.