Pocketed my hands,At the crossroads,
Standing still I remain,My mind in strain,
People passes by,At the junction,
Not knowing the path to take,
One to the right, another to the left,

One is wide,full of dust,Many people take in lust,
It ends at the horizon,Filled with footsteps,
They follow not in vain,But attracts the eyes,

The other is silent,No one after it,
Full of grass,And vegetations,
No foot takes a leap,its end forms a canopy,
Many fear,its scary,
Many fear thorns,and green snakes in green grass,
Path isn't attractive,few and bold take,

© Masterstar44