Two Roads

Two roads diverge in the woods, and sorry I cannot travel both

On one side I see the setting sun, on other the dark green undergrowth

I set up a tent, and also a stove, to spend a night under stars

And also to mull the prospects of, taking one or the other paths

One will take me to my village, with past and future generations

Which has progressed, but deteriorated still, takes pride in desperations..

On other are the distant worlds, where one easily retires

And loses oneself in romantic ignorance, of fairy tale desires

I cooked some rice, with wild spinach abound

thanked divine for the food, waiting for a directing sound

At dawn I woke up watching a mollusk, dormant in its shell

Packed up my thought latency, and started towards the village bell...