Walking briskly savoring the natural charm,
Seeking to reach the place of my dreams,
Two roads stood in front of me,
one lonely traveler long I stood at the crossroad,
I sought for the milestone to guide me through,
Staring at it helped me no good,
Both the roads lead to Edens with varying magnitude of bliss,
No monsters, no angels on either of the solitary paths ,
the asinine decision of choosing one over the other,
is not as simple as reading from a vestige,
The emperor has no say in it,
Neither do his obedient subjects,
Additionally the beauty of the present is making me lazy,
Neither does it motivate nor ridicule,
The obscurity of means becoming the end looming large,
The thought of the ulterior clouding the present,
After all its just a choice,
The either of the choices never impediments your bliss,
Its the choosing process the actual purgatory of the damned!!!!!!!!
