I had thought of this idea for some time now, and reading a book with a guy who constantly quotes Shakespeare gave me the blank verse. Two and two make five, right?
Wand'ring far too long, when what comes near—
Into my view, but that which I have feared
For quite some time now, just because it is
The hardest choice that I will ever make.
The road has split in two and I must choose.
I look to left, and cannot see at all
What would become of me should I decide
To cast myself into its winding depths.
(But how can I myself resist the thought
Of greatness and adventure all around?)
I turn to right, but I am saddened great
Of sameness for the long eternity.
And yet, it is the goal I've had so long,
To live a simple, quiet life of joy
From only those that I should seek them out.
To which do I commit myself? I can
Behold the both of them at once, and yet
With neither seeming any clearer than
The other; now I realize that I
Have never seen the two of them at once,
And I can't help them reconcile themselves
Without destroying that which I have made
Inside myself—my very essence here,
Divided in these two opposing thoughts.
There's only one true choice that I can make,
And that's the middle path. I split the road
In half, and I continue on my way.
Poetry by Wehpudicabok
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Written on 2006-11-09 at 04:37
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My Road has Split
Coming out upon the open plain,Wand'ring far too long, when what comes near—
Into my view, but that which I have feared
For quite some time now, just because it is
The hardest choice that I will ever make.
The road has split in two and I must choose.
I look to left, and cannot see at all
What would become of me should I decide
To cast myself into its winding depths.
(But how can I myself resist the thought
Of greatness and adventure all around?)
I turn to right, but I am saddened great
Of sameness for the long eternity.
And yet, it is the goal I've had so long,
To live a simple, quiet life of joy
From only those that I should seek them out.
To which do I commit myself? I can
Behold the both of them at once, and yet
With neither seeming any clearer than
The other; now I realize that I
Have never seen the two of them at once,
And I can't help them reconcile themselves
Without destroying that which I have made
Inside myself—my very essence here,
Divided in these two opposing thoughts.
There's only one true choice that I can make,
And that's the middle path. I split the road
In half, and I continue on my way.
Poetry by Wehpudicabok
Read 800 times
Written on 2006-11-09 at 04:37
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