The two roads
Bothering people from so long
One always treaded upon
The other deprived of company

How platonic does it all sound
Having been talked upon
People must have learnt by now
Territories uncharted are not to be fled from

But it's not just fear it seems
There is a feeling of loss
Though amusingly
Loss of something never had

Still loss can be over come
Who knows what will be there
Waiting in that place Unknown
Reserved for the heathens