Or Frost's 'The Road Not Taken'.
Directionless.
No end point glows.
Yet, the sky chisels out our silhouettes,
Keeps us upright, unforsaken.
At our feet, Temptation lies like Mica sparkling -
Layered with consequence.
Kneel to touch?
You'll get dust on your fingers...
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