One day I came across 2 paths in the wood neither took my fancy, as they did not look too good dark and foreboding, and filled with mocking crows I turned and went back a ways to where the creek flows
I decide downstream, was the way to go in evenings coming darkness, in the distance there a glow I walked and walked the creek, till I came across a path smoke and flames burned there, all consumed by fires wrath
Continuing down the creek bed, a very busy bridge it seems someone had been murdered, there across the ridge a single traveler attacked while walking all alone down the lonely path, hit in the head with a stone
So the moral of this story, for choices you will pay if you do not like the options, make your own way do not simply do, what others have already tried get outside of your box, the lid open you must