I’ve come to a stark white marble gateway
where I have the choice,
presented with left or right,
which path is moral,
which path is exploratory,
which will help reach a state of divinity?
I pause at the crossroads,
unsure of which road to take,
because the truth of the matter is
I’m barely guided
I’m doing this on my own, it seems.
Each path is covered with a looming arch,
veins of tiny grey riddle the white, I discover,
and they remind me of varicose veins,
little interfering modules that stain the perfection
of the set stage.
I wonder to myself what would occur if I chose no path at all,
would I reach my desired goal
on my own?
Would I attain that which I seek
without the standard paths of known?
I decide to stray from what is before me,
I have always been known to explore,
to test the waters,
the rivers so deep,
I do not need to follow many others,
I’m already here on my own.
I instead backtrack,
it may look like failure,
that I have given up,
but the irony here is I’m redoing the procedures,
I am here,
I am there,
I am gone,
into the air.
It is now my choice where I shall place my feet
or spread my wings,
I am but a frugal queen.
I shall seek my king and my kind
because I know they are waiting for me,
I’ll reach them in time,
resurrect the past,
I’ll no longer become lost,
and I’ll traverse until I become wiser than I’ve ever known.
Then I will know the true meaning of what I seek,
what is it?
The answer is within me.
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