THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

Poem about thought and imagination of the mind; about highs and lows of life.

Time and again we part ways,

Our fleshy bodies and wishes of thought

each going their own ways;

Regularly finding themselves in utterly outlandish settings

Of the physical locales and of the imagined, respectively:

Sparse and so widely spaced; dusky, lit

Sometimes solemn; hardly ever least melancholic

Often, we spot ourselves treading places

where we needed not stroll,

Nor our desires did.

In fairly silent beaches of thought,

Strewn with beautiful skylines

Of those deceitful moments that feign not to flatter us

In such places; in a mix of glass- and metal-like pitch and tone

Finches perched on coarsened vantage points of boulders

Squeak nearly beautiful jingles in their argot,

That render skies of each golden morning of summer

or during another morsel of timepiece

Perhaps, to signify the hodgepodge of life on earth

That is when we are on the different road

A road other than one we wished we had taken:

The imagined road of our sojourn here on earth

A road that now turns out to be unfeasible

Now, only left to be imagined how things

could have been

Had we been on the road not taken