A fork in the road

Is one little decision really such a life changer?

A fork in the road,

But how to react?

Not just silverware.

No, not simple as that. 

An actual split,

two ways from one.

Take one I am judged,

or other I'm undone. 

But what of moderation? Surely my own life is under my control.

"Do you trust me?"

Crush it into a substance fine.

No peer pressure at all,

I made my choice, didn't whine.

Then my mind was free,

but in the most enslaved way.

And so lucky I was,

To escape the gray.

I am in my right state of mind now. I don't miss the anarchy.

But did I go too far?

Is my life still mine?

Of course not and of course,

All is still sublime.

There is no addiction,

or surging primal need.

Ignore you I will, and on

only food will I feed.

Author's Note

A decision is not always going to take you down a certain path. Sometimes a fork in the road is simply a minor annoyance to be picked up and washed or thrown away.