Wrapped up in the beauty of my dreams,
I question if the avenue is true.
The paths around me are straight and narrow,
clearly marked with directons,
while as I look behind me I see
fallen trees, broken buds, and viscious rivers
occupying the path I have journeyed.
The road less traveled,
scattered with debris and creaking with silence
has constantly remained the direction
my advenutre takes me.
Must these pahts be so individualistic,
that there remains no guidance
nor room for others to stand beside me?
Does this dream remain a lonley path,
littered with obstacles or is there a point
where conflicting paths will merge?