Twists of Time

Of all the forks, of all the roads,
eyes had seen but feet ignored

Forgone endeavours,
visions lost,
veiled in the mists of time

A million possibilities,
maybe one and half
abandoned, nay forgotten

Roads lie ahead,
yesteryear's siblings,
choices anew await.

Traverse the road of yearning,

hold thy fervour’s guide.

If not, a lie twas, if not a mere folly.