Two roads to treck, too lost;
along the woods and fogs
too scared of what might cost;
my faith on broken logs
might fastened by the frost;
might retreat, might get clogged;
uncertain by exhaust
all guide's a monologue;
of prayers that's been crossed;
by sinners left unblogged,
been thrown I caught from toss;
too doubtful I have slogged;
of what could fear accost;
will I be free or locked;
will I revolve same pause;
or will I worth this walk?
