Two Paths

Backsliding

Two paths cross before me awaiting a choice which must be made. Repercussions are forthcoming, hinged and on delay. One way that slopes down gently, easy going without much toil. Or the path that's set due north, so rocky and so narrow. I ponder both possibilities as I stall betwixt the crossroads, weighing both in scales of destiny and dreaming of where they go. The one shall be difficult, traps and pitfalls there's no doubt. And mighty foes whose hatred burns to be easily seen without. The other is much softer and easier on the feet; with tulips, daisies, roses and shade that seems so sweet. Here also are many others so good company is a must.. I'll have to decide soon now before I am taken with this lust. Looks can be deceiving and now is no exception; for the path that looks the easier is the one headed for destruction. It is only painted glory and will soon fade; there are those who hope I'll discover the error of my ways... So I make my move and will hesitate no longer, strolling down the calm, soft path alongside another fellow. I hope I make it back someday before this all is over, as I try once more my luck and fame in this world of selfish pleasures. If I should perish ere I ever venture back, before I return once more to the tree that joins these tracks, I know that he shall have me, Satan laughing his cruel joke. But I chose to take this path and where it leads me I must go. So I say goodbye for now and hope that you pray heartily...for the only escape from this path I chose is the death that's chosen for me.