The Road Taken.

We walk on a path,
it’s bitter it’s sweet,
We take in its fragrance,
But all we do is reek.

We reek of ego,
we reek of deceit,
we want to raise voice,
But are too tired to speak.

We walk on this path,
the path that’s cold,
In hopes of meeting someone,
the one who can hold.

It’s not the faith,
but the hope,
that makes us walk blindly,
on that tiny white rope.

You speak of love,
I speak of Life,
we never get to  meet,
like two sides of a knife.

Life is what it is,
its all worthwhile,
we’ll all bite the dust one day,
make sure you greet it with a smile.