I sit here with two options ahead
The woods or the road
Silence and solidarity
Or be a conformist
In the woods I meet the animals
Those with compassion and understanding
And on the road I see what are mostly monsters things without compassion and understanding
I sit here with two options ahead
The woods whisper calling my name once again
And the road is busy and makes me want to fit in
Will I choose the woods or the road
Darkness is growing near and if I do not make a desision I will surely stay here in bardo the inbetween of two worlds
Like many other times when I have been indsicive
The choice is mine and my choice is an independent event for it will affect no one but me
The woods is where half of my would lies the mysterious part to the curious part the part in tune with nature and silent
The city; the road is where my conversations began most of the time
It is where I find interaction between those alike me
However they sometimes lack understanding
Maybe that is my fault for not being articulate
All I know is bardo is the inbetween where I exist as me and as a whole but complete loneliness is not the best remedy for the illness I have
I sit here torn between two world
Two choices
And only one of me
I must find my self so that I can find the best choice for me
But what if the choice helps deside who I am
I have no clue who I am
Do you?
