What to do today?
Should I while the day away?
Should I buckle down and type away?
Should I choose instead to clean all day?
Or may-hap travel ’round the town instead?
One way leads to relaxation galore,
Another to hair-pulling and plots I adore.
Yet the third will bring peace and zen still more.
The last brings adventures that will ne’er bore.
Which path shall I take?
Each will bring with it rewards,
Whether I weed amongst flowers
Or mentally cross a ford.
Yet again there is the satisfaction brought
With whatever I decide.
They say that two roads will diverge in a wood,
But that is not quite right.
There are more than just two paths
Before my sight.
And maybe the choices will all cross in the end.