Robert Frost only had two roads from which he
Had to choose, I wish that would be the case for me..
Too many roads, too many ways, choices galore
What defines my world is the word “more”
Life is a complex maze of choices, further complicated
By the internet that leads to senses hyper-stimulated
Too many variables to analyze in an equation
Hard to reach a conclusion, or even derive the best estimation
I start down one road, but something shiny and bright
Often distracts me, questions of “what-ifs” ignites
I abandon my plan, set out a different path altogether
The one that holds the promise of something better
Even if on one road I manage to stay
The joy of my journey is taken away
By the promise of something superior in another direction
I am left analyzing repeatedly every action..
There seem to be no roads less traveled by somehow
As being unconventional has become the convention now..
My ancestors would think I am fortunate
To have a plethora of choices, to be able to dictate
What I want in life, but this privilege feels like a noose
At times, from which I want to cut loose
If I had one or two choices I would not face
Decision paralysis like I do these days..
Many roads diverged before me and I
I took the one most traveled by
Tried and tested, with surprises none
I couldn’t be more satisfied with my decision