I walk the past least traveled.
Its pathed in white snow painted in seven shades of red.
Paths faded with fresh layer of snow or an ignorant travelers feet.
Danger at every corner ready to feed off ofmy carefree nature.
Past crys of fear echo throw the wind,never fading.
tears of failures fall from the sky
and hit like dagers peircing my heart.
I do not wish to leave, but i do not wish so stay,
the unbearable pain of doubt drive me to move.
In what direction? i dont know.
Where will it lead? i dont care.
for the road least travel leave few surivors,
the road least traveled claims you as its own.
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