The Other Road

I was thinking for a night; reflecting on things I did while I live.

So I thought;
What if my life were to change? What if I took the other road?

I suppose a change or two wont hurt.

Nevertheless, a whole change is too much to risk for.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,(Robert Frost,1920)

I've been in this comfort zone for years. Towards this second, I find that hard to keep.

I wanted to give up; but I never did.

I never really did.

I was afraid to face the outcomes.

And truth is, I never had visions.

Despite the absence,
I managed to land on smooth grass.

Then I learned that wasn't enough;
I wanted more.

Perhaps no one saw to it.

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