A Moment of Hesitation ( Revised)
By bdgrey
I walk down a path within the forest.Then suddenly ahead, it divides.So now I am left to contemplate,which path should I take.The one to the rightwill surely take me north.I will venture further up the mountain,and possibly stand atop its peak.The one to the leftno doubt leads south.I may venture into the valley,and gaze at a beauteous river below,then stare upon the mountain from a distance.Around I hear the rustling of golden leavesfrom the branches of white trunked Aspen trees.Above the clouds are scatteredrevealing the bluest of skies and purest of air.Rocks litter the ground where I step,and moss covers the forested floorlike a soggy green, yet velvet blanket.I am still left to ponder my future,beneath the unexplored sky.And there I sit with my virgin eyesleft to quarrel inwardly of where I should turn.Twenty years have passed by,and I still remain at that spottrying to decide where to go.The river I hear,has finally run dry.The moss has given wayto new to forms of life.And the mountain abovehas been conquered dozens of times.My youth has now gone,in the blink of an eye,and I...I thought far too long,of where my future did lie.And now it's too lateto have lived my life.Carpe Diem.I hope this revision is better than the previous. I have added a few lines, and changed a few words here and there. Written November 22nd, 2001 © on Nov 22 2001 03:36 PM PST 0 • 1
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"I walk down a path within the forest.Then suddenly ahead, it divides.So now I am left to contemplate,which path should I take.The one to the rightwill surely take me north.I will venture further up the mountain,and possibly stand atop its peak.The one to the leftno doubt leads south.I may venture into the valley,and gaze at a beauteous river below,then stare upon the mountain from a distance.Around I hear the rustling of golden leavesfrom the branches of white trunked Aspen trees.Above the clouds are scatteredrevealing the bluest of skies and purest of air.Rocks litter the ground where I step,and moss covers the forested floorlike a soggy green, yet velvet blanket.I am still left to ponder my future,beneath the unexplored sky.And there I sit with my virgin eyesleft to quarrel inwardly of where I should turn.Twenty years have passed by,and I still remain at that spottrying to decide where to go.The river I hear,has finally run dry.The moss has given wayto new to forms of life.And the mountain abovehas been conquered dozens of times.My youth has now gone,in the blink of an eye,and I...I thought far too long,of where my future did lie.And now it's too lateto have lived my life.Carpe Diem.I hope this revision is better than the previous. I have added a few lines, and changed a few words here and there...."