On the alluring night,
I gazed at the two roads in affright
Shall I g0, this way. or take the detour?
"Oh sweet lord, whom shall I ask?"
For this is a decision one should ask oneself
The fates have spoken
Threads of destiny woven
For the allotment of mv misery is greater in one
With masked desires and trembling feet
I look into the future and there I am-
safe but unfulfilled
But then thorns have aways been more
captivating than roses
For if a man is bound to choose, he shall
always choose the one that thrills his heart
Decades thereafter, the soul will look back
at when the mind was puzzled
A nostalgic smile with wrinkled eyes is all I
shall use to reminisce
For my life is something out of a fairytale
And it all comes back to the thorns
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