I take the road less traveled; <br />Less trodden, so to say- <br />This road that is less traveled by <br />Is something of great decay. <br />It's unkempt, dirty, a dreadful mess, <br />But does it scare me? No- <br />I see beauty in the tangled tresses <br />Of the weeping willow-Oh! How I love it so. <br />I take pleasure from the dark, dead leaves <br />That scatter themselves 'cross the ground, <br />For these leaves, scattering from the trees, <br />Sing a song that's hard to be found. <br />I choose this path to clear my head- <br />This is my thinking place; <br />Here, where all the dead leaves've been shed- <br />When I walk, I've a slow, glorious pace. <br />Many find this place perturbing <br />In its shoddy, perverted state- <br />It's the exact opposite of disturbing- <br />Here, I forget feelings of remorse, feelings of hate. <br />This is my hiding place, <br />My refuge when I'm weak- <br />Here I am safe, here I'm out of life's race, <br />Here is where I can let my true emotions leak.<br /><br />Airohng Liebe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/road-less-traveled/
