Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Life

Do you feel like your life is a total waste? You do something for years, and years down the line, you look back on your life and just wonder why I chose this path and like if you knew what you know now, you would've never taken that path. I'm the guy that sees a fork in the road. The left one is bright and sunny with a paved road that you can see for miles. While the other is made of pebbles and is foggy and you can't see in front of you. Guess which road I took?

5 comments:

Kate Michele said...

Probably the same one I'm fighting not to take right now my self.

Kate Michele said...

I am supposed to be stronger than this.
Untouchable… Unbreakable
Nothing penetrates my soul
Nothing makes me unstable

Walking through with my head held high
What I’ve known to be my life
Never knowing that with only one breath
I could see it for all its strife

Wading through the pieces
Shifting through the lies
Looking closely at each piece
And leaving them covered with my cries

No matter which road I chose
Which way I decide to bend
There’s one thing I do know
Each one could have a tragic end

So wrap me in your arms
And tell me the story
The story of the girl
That somehow got all her glory

That the road she took wasn’t full of tragedy
That peace wasn’t just an illusion
And the one she let in her soul
Was for love and not just confusion

You can have all my pieces
They’re parts I no longer need
The lies I’ve cried
I no longer heed

I’ve been given eyes to the future
And I like what I see
For with you love
I no longer bleed.

annabkrr said...

Yep, I sure have.

Bettina said...

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken (1915)

One of my favourite poems. Don't know why all the girls seem to feel like posting poems today.

ysfb said...

My hate has manifest itself into depression and now I don't know what to do with it.