PATHS

A Poem by Theo Rojas

Its about taking risk and choices

Aiming high means you are still at the bottom
what to aim was never the problem
its how to get there that what gets us confused
there are two ways to get to your destination, two paths to choose
one is the path so rosy with a smell of sweet perfume,
and the other is full of thorns and the air is polluted with fumes,
one is bright and the sight is full of charm,
the other is darkness and every corner means harm,
one is delightful like a buffet in a kings birthday,
and one is empty like a can of a man begging alms on a Tuesday,
one is a straight path with no twist and turns,
one is a mountain with witches bandits and a curse,
one is appealing like a newly painted building,
and the other is rusty, ugly like an old wrecked up ceiling,
one is free where the ambiance is light,
and the other is breath-taking, literally like a volt shut tight,.
Alas at the end of lighter path lies nothing but a ladder down,
but the end of the cursed path lies a thrown with scepter and crown,
sometimes you need to feel pain to get what you needed
than to feel comfort and fall down when you reached the limit.