Always stuck between the two, 

Amidst the why, where and who

Questioned myself every second,

Was I choosing the peccant?


The many faces, the many colours,

The many tongues, the many versions,

The many eyes, the many pictures,

But the one mind to grasp it all?


Unjust it has always seemed,

To be or not to be

Has it always been.

No wonder we’re tagged indecisive

There have always been two disguises.


The troubled two’s that transcend through,

The half full-half empty glass,

The coin and its sides, the action and reaction,

The light and the dark, the imaginary and the real

The pros and the cons,

And the risks and the gains entailed, I wonder

Are these the reasons for The Road Not Taken?


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