Falling (Da Rae)

Falling

Walking down a narrow path,

I come to a fork in the road.

One way will keep me safe,

One will not.

Question lies right there:

Which way should I go?

I take to the left.

It looks daring,

Threatening almost.

I liked it.

But then I fell.

And I kept sinking.

I fell into quick sand,

Fallen to my death.

Out of nowhere,

A rope appears above.
It looks like a stronghold,

So I decided to grab on.

I pulled up slowly,

And finally, I was out.

I turned and ran

Back down the path.

So that, I, may take the right.

Down that path,

I was more careful.

Going light with each step.

The ground was solid

All the way;

The world lighted

More on this path than

The one before.

I was safe on solid ground;

There was no quick sand to fall into,

But only many ropes in case I trip

Along the path.