Two roads lay in rotting pines,

one going this way, astray,

the other bends back and heads that.

I walked them both, though I,

knew not where I was going —-

I knew just where they’d lead.

The first path had trees hacked,

as I pressed into the night.

The shadows sang a somber tune,

but I just kept listening for a light.

The lonely leaves about my feet,

they soothed me with their sighs.

And when I found the place called,

day, I shrunk back to the bend.

The leaves, they weeped, and the

trees, they seeped, (and they secret

keeped) —- but I had to see my end.

I took the other path that night,

I knew, deep down, it wasn’t right,

I crawled back to the same ol “Y”,

and I took the road that most

men traveled by.

And it has made —-

       —-one



       —-hell