Then There Were Three.

I've stood at many crossroads in the few years of life I've been lucky enough to survive.

Broken many rules, and question what it is exactly I bide by.

Frost was right to take the path less traveled by to an extent,

He forgot to mention the unknown that you face trying to make amends.

We live on the idea that there will only be one major crossroad we'd be facing,

This statement is not true because once you choose a path, there's another fork waiting.

The point is now I'm standing looking in two directions,

Walking down both at the same time is quite the selection.

No, there is not two of me to do such a daunting task,

My body and my mind are surly attached.

Both options give me some sense of pride when I frolic through the gardens of good and bad,

Weighing out my options to pick a side before I become even more mad.

Black and white is all I see while I live my life in the gray,

Each side bringing different colors that lour me into fulfillment each day.

My composure is weakening as the days race by like minutes,

I'm not taking both roads, merely living in a limbo I need to diminish. 

Two roads diverged at the center of my face,

Each eye twitching wondering witch road my mind will take.

Instead of paining my self to pick since it's such a complicated decision,

I'm just gonna make a third path to avoid any unnecessary collisions.