Two Roads
Two choices stand before me,
One to doom forever, The other doom forever, Two dooms spoken over me, Both will bring my death. Two roads extend before me, One leading to the hills, The other to the mountains, Two deaths I could choose, Both of which I will survive. Two Deaths I might live, One to death and dieing, The other to life and living, Two lives I could live, Both can't be right but which is? |
When I took this photo I was walking the streets of St Paul, Mn. I walked a lot during that time in my life. It seemed the expectations of the world around me were in direct contrast to my own desires.
I didn’t plan this shot; I literally looked up from pondering, saw that where I had thought was only one path there were in fact two. I dug out my camera, took the picture and walked on. Years later I stood at a similar crossroads, though less literal. I wrote Two Roads to express the consequences of either choice.
Which path did I take? It is better if you do not know, for we all stand at the crossroads in our individual journeys. If I told you what I chose; you might think that you should choose the same. In the end the choice is more important, than where that choice leads you.
I didn’t plan this shot; I literally looked up from pondering, saw that where I had thought was only one path there were in fact two. I dug out my camera, took the picture and walked on. Years later I stood at a similar crossroads, though less literal. I wrote Two Roads to express the consequences of either choice.
Which path did I take? It is better if you do not know, for we all stand at the crossroads in our individual journeys. If I told you what I chose; you might think that you should choose the same. In the end the choice is more important, than where that choice leads you.