Inside each choice
A fork may appear..
was that the left I took
or the right my mind will stear

At last the middle fork
I stand there and look
Right looked nicer
and left might make a good book

One step, two step, three steps
the middle I go
Don't look over your shoulder
Arrive to the destiny I know

Maybe the right was true
Maybe the left was fun
Could there be a perfect choice
When all is aaid and done

The middle road is often
the most straight way to stay
But the best thing about the middle
Is the next fork on its way.

TB

dont you hate the fork? nice poem

Just when I second guess myself... Thanks

Good write!