A fairly knowledgeable traveller, I stand;
A ****** path extending on either hand.
One coated in the rare hue of divinity,
The other colored with angels' beauty.

I will narrate a tale of choice; of odds.
A true tale of time; of these two roads.

Evident 'fore the other, the first of the two-
Roads was long and desolate, but beautiful;
Its light soils, not too soft, yet not too hard,-
Were like an invite to keep pacing forward.

Staring down its length, I could see it all;
Every up, every down, every rise, every fall.
The road was luring. It couldn't be wrong,
But the thought hit me, this road was long.

I was on the verge of taking the long track,-
When a second appeared to double my luck.
I had a choice now, to take one of them.
But in the end, the two seemed the same.

The second was much shorter and clearer;
Like a goddess' image in destiny's mirror.
I was to take it until I made the realization;
That the second had a different destination.

A few trees, some birds, a cool air current.
With less sights, but it was more apparent.
I would take it, but my strength froze;
Upon the thought, of how dark it was.

I couldn't tell, but any could be of gods-
Or man, or demons; of these two roads.

Freezing the moment, I turned to the first,-
As the feeling of 'right' my mind nursed.
Alone; it was colorful, long and worth it.
With the other; longer and more sweet.

Hoping for better, I turned to the second.
The path that angels' voices had seasoned.
Direct, short, twas indeed a dear treat.
But with the other, darker, less sweet.

On me, it dawned, to trek down either-
Would be in effect, to leave the other.
It sure meant all the difference now-
Which road I took, why or even how.

Twas either bliss in full or pain in loads;
It had to be one, of these two roads.

If twas that hope weighed more than trust,-
Then I'd know with which my joy would last.
But if simplicity was a superior virtue,-
Then there was but a choice, not two.

If beauty had dominance over certainty,-
I'd conquer one's distance for eternity.
But if to know was better than to learn,
The I'd permit my love for one to burn.

But ultimately, however my choice; its modes,-
I could only take one of these two roads.

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