Division and Connection
He noticed the night light left on again
and before him two paths emerged.
On the left, one jagged and worn, sharp turns,
cracked ground, and a sign that read:
“THEY always forget, and I’m sick of it.”
On the right one overgrown, and lush
following a meandering stream, a sign:
“How easy it is for US to forget.”
Two paths, two destinations, two aims.
Which would he choose today?

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