Poezja

There lies two roads before me, 
One right, one left.
They seem to call to me
With every little step.

This is proving to be a conflict
Quite difficult to decide.
I’m having problems finding
Which one with which I should side.

What lies ahead on the right
Is a life of immense fame.
While the one on the left
Shows pride all the same.

But the problems that hide in each road
Are yet to be seen.
So I walk in the tall grass
That lies in between.