by C. Parson

Created on: October 07, 2008

The Road Less Traveled

Scattered leaves fallen from trees

Are crushed under my heavy boots

As I walk down the road less traveled

The path is not warn as the others

And there are so many things I cannot see

There are no street lights here

And the darkness comforts me

I hear sounds in my ears and even after all this

I don't wish for the light

For if I could only see where it is

That my feet have brought me

I am certain that I would cower in fear

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