I guess I chose
The wrong path.
I went through
The dark forest,
Instead of the
Meadow filled with daisies.
I walked into the darkness.
I looked back at the sun
And kept walking.

I guess I chose
The wrong path.
I wanted to see
What it would be like.
It is everything
I imagined it to be,
And a little more.
The darkness, the grey clouds, the dead trees,
It all intrigued me.

I guess I chose
The wrong path.
I have been seeing
The same things over and over.
The once bright flowers
Growing old.
The once tall trees
Growing old.
The once happy me
Growing old.