Crossroads

Crossroads:

I am standing here at this crossroad
Not sure which way to go.
One seems treacherous, long and hard
The going would be slow.

The other seems smooth and straight;
With nary a hill to see.
The grass beside the path is green
And it beckons me.

The easy way is calling me to come
to start an easy journey.
But the road less traveled I have to take
For me to learn to be free.

There are no lessons to learn, chances to grow
When you take the easy life.
For the foundation of a meaningful life is built
In our learning to overcome strife.

I know I have lessons to learn, and things I must do.
As I longingly look at the traveled way
Built on traditions, others beliefs, others dreams
It’s the only way, they all seem to say.

The road less traveled, seems dark and cold.
Yet it’s the way I know I must choose.
For above all else, these words I must live by
“To thine own self be true .”

So I wearily turn from the easier path
Setting my sights anew
And as I step onto the lesser traveled
A flicker of light shines through

And with each step I take, a hand reaches out
To encourage me to look within
A friend, a stranger, they come to me
Teachers taking me to places I have never been

And yet it seems I have always been there,
Somehow I have always known
And finally my fighting is over, for now I know
The road less traveled, leads me home...

2003 ~Dreamweaver~