Two roads appeared in the woods
The paths divide, less understood by many
One was wide , and the other well-trod and bright
The edges bore the feets of many
The other obscured and deep
A path where shadows sleeps
Mushrooms grew, a silent path walked by none
Just whisper of doubts and fears of vain
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My soul yearned to walk the path of comfort
But beneath it was a silent voice that spoke
A different rhythm that marked a toss of time
To walk the path where challenges might dwell
Settling down the fear I bore
I chose the path less traveled on
And though the journey's end is far
My spirit was fanned by its own flame
