Two

Just something I wrote when I was bored. The title is the first word of the poem, so make sure to read that and then read the words down the side, as they summarize the poem.

Two

roads
                      make the traveler face a cold, harsh reality:
                      they are going to have to choose. Maybe it
                      is obvious and they have mapped out their
                      entire route, but you can't plan the future,
only
                       that divine force beyond the human's ability
                       to understand and comprehend can know
                       exactly what you will face. There is but one
                       road you can go down. Not two, not three,
one.
                       Which one? When faced with that choice we
                       result to either logic or our feelings. "My home
                       is north, the right path leads north, so it must
                       be right." Is it the journey we look to, or is it the
destination?
                       What if both roads, right and left, north and south,
                       brought you home? It does not matter what road
                       you choose. We all end up in the same place, no
                       matter what way you get there. It is our destination.