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Traveling to unknown roads
Two roads leading nowhere
The scenery too empty
I decide to go elsewhere

Seeking an unused route
Used to weathering wraths
The use of heavens compass
Is used amidst the devils path

Walking passed ancient ruins
My past crumbling to dust
Passed the horizons edge
The sun covered in past rust

Moving onward boldly
Onto hills valleys and peaks
On top of distant mountains
I hear the wilderness speak

Listening in reverence
To the ominous voice
Saying the choice was chosen
For me to choose my own choice

Retracing to the two roads
Opposite destinies torn apart
One still remains closed
On the other one I depart

Finding many twists and turns
Treacherous and deceiving
Turned left to avoid what’s right
Left behind wrong, I’m leaving

Wandering around lost
In need of new direction
Realizing the sacred grace
Given in resurrection

Journeying more towards solace
The path narrow yet straight
The lamplight leading me home
I've found my soul's estate...

Written By: K. Loye

Poetry Is An Artform, But Instead Of Paints And Brushes, We Use Words To Paint Pictures In Your Hearts