The Game of Forks

The Game of Forks

A Poem by Beaner166

What is the worst thing you can come to in life?
For me, it's a fork.
Decisions.
Three choices.

One path is easy.
The comfort of knowing your choice will have a decent end.
Knowing that at the end of the day you will have comfort.
Though knowing this can become monotonous.

Another path is less certain.
Odds remain high that you will be happy with her end.
Most days will end well with some possibility of conflict.
The benefit of spontaneous conflict gives some level of excitement.

The final path holds no certainty.
The chaos of never knowing what will happen next.
The day can be utterly euphoric or complete misery.
Constant change, never knowing what will happen.

What would you choose?
The first path leaves you wanting.
The second affords some excitement.
The final path gives constant change.

In life choices seem permanent.
Every choice can be changed.
Every change has its down fall.
Forever we play he game.

The game of forks.

© 2017 Beaner166


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Great philosophy here. I relate in a way with this right now. Most people come across these situations a few times in their life. Give me a spoon lol! I enjoyed your poem. Thanks for sharing

Posted 7 Years Ago


Beaner166

7 Years Ago

Thank you.

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Beaner166
Beaner166

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A Poem by Beaner166