This time,
When the road
Forked into two
As it is wont to do
I could choose
The one I wanted
Without feeling divided
This, in itself, is clarity
I’ve arrived at
After meandering through
The labyrinthine forest
This clarity
Helps me see
The birds on the tree
The sun sinking behind me
And the moon rising
To claim the sky as its own
It helps me see
What’s been in front of me
All along
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