"The Road Doesn't Matter"

"The Road Doesn't Matter"

Two roads diverged in my mind's view,
And three and four and a myriad more,
And by myself, I tried not to move,
And by and by, I was pushed before
One path or another, I went through.

I know what Frost was saying in his,
But my poem has a different end,
Because life is more complex than this,
And the metaphors that we try to send
Unto this world of endless choices.

For I don't know which path leads to where,
And it doesn't matter where I stand,
I know not what lies here or there,
But life, inanimate, does demand
That I decide amongst what is fair.

When I lie down at night in my bed,
And choices and actions are laid to rest,
It's then I realize what needs to be said,
That others choose my paths and best
I know that either way I am dead.

by MFW III