Of paths and roads
Nothing's good with toads,
Through mists and fog
I've walked far with my dog,
Choices at the forks in my way
Have made my mind play,
Which way should I go?
Does anyone ever know?
Through the gravel path
Through the paved street hath,
But I a single choice
I'm ready; see my poise?
Swift against the current
I'd say it if I weren't;
On the correct path I'd taken
But I'm always right not forsaken,
And it's been that it never meant much
Without your company; your touch,
To guide me along the way
The right direction that in my trail lay,
Simply mad I'd be
If I were to say; let me be...
© okpoet