Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and I took the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference within me”
Robert Frost 
These two paths one is bright the other dark
I see them as I walk through this terrible night
One is so soft with grass along its well-worn sides
Another is covered with thorns and trees fallen alongside its crooked sides
I see before me two choices two sets of woods bridging at the gaps of these two paths
I can go the easy path with its soft grass and flowers blooming all along the way
Or I can follow the darkness and see where the thorns and the fallen trees may lead me
But there is another way that I failed to see before
It’s the path that leads to the field in between 
I hadn’t seen
It’s not all good not all dark but somehow just right
Out of these three choices that I see I’m still deciding
I’m too scared to see where each would lead me
Someday maybe I’ll find my way
Until then I’ll follow the path that fate has gained me