Fork In The Road: Peace or Pleasure
Carrying Lifes Load on my back as I roam the dark tree filled woods
Staggering strife but still bold, Cold; But still moving as fast as I could
Life is a struggle; weight is sinking my feet into the solid ground
Going farther and farther into the earth; Seem like I am hell bound
But I most make my way through; Even if the trees are touching the sky
So I cant see if the sky is blue; And I think to myself, God why?
Am I going into this? Did I astray from your great will?
Life is moving fast and bumpy like I am walking on shakey hills
But then finally I reach a fork in the road I have been traveling for days
I notice it and stopped as I never seen this before; running through this maze
So I graze at the imprinted words in the blocks of wood and arrows pointing
To the two separate directions; I read the word Pleasure outloud choking
Knowing of Gods deception; againt me I took the direction of pleasure
Expecting a nice dwelling to rest my aching body and some nice weather
So I got my body together; and made a left to the life of pleasure and happiness
Making the left wasn’t the right choice I was forced to live life happiless
To Be Continued…