A Conformity Lesson

 

Standing, facing the fork,

Looking down one of two roads,

Which the identicals walk, like zombies in cadence.

Scratching my head as jagged, anorexic shoulders

Collide into mine while strangers saunter

Down "Well Known Street".

My vision turns,

Clears while looking down

"The Road Less Traveled[1]" 

Which so many neglect to consider.

I stand, ponder for a second

To which path leads to my endless salvation,

The one I will forever live within.

I take a blind leap, a deaf risk,

Head down

"The Road Less Traveled[1]"...

 

Looking forward to a promised Auburn Summer.

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[1]  Robert Frost's The Road Less Traveled