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One road forked at the intersection
Like a Y with its own wherefore.
There, perched on the tail of the
twin lanes,
Drenched to the leather of my skin,
I was found yet lost in the chance
game.
But it wasn’t as tough as it seemed;
I’ve been here before and I’ll be
back.
My whole life has been shaped on this
track,
I’m versed in it like the lines on my
palm,
Every gravel, pothole and streetlamp.
There’s nobody knows me like the road.
If I should stray, the road will find
me
And hold me and point me towards home.
I’m always on the road even in
The darkest part of the darkest cove.
It’s beaten its path thro an alley;
I rode its trail right thro a valley,
On the road, flung on the wings of
love,
I foray into a strange matchless world.
I’ve caught thorns with the sole of
my feet,
But the road’s been faithful thro the
heat.
Even if prospects turn bleak I’ll go.
Two roads, two destinations, one me;
The road most traveled takes me home.
Akpan
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