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?