truth

One foggy morning,

on a quiet street,

six orbs of light appear,

floating towards me.

Closer and closer they came,

closer and closer still,

until I see , it’s not a chain of light,

but three cars driving aligned.

One foggy morning,

on the side of street,

right in front of me appeared

six glowing eyes.

Closer and closer I walk,

drawn by what I see,

Closer and closer, until I realize,

It’s three tigers staring at me.

Early foggy morning,

On the street I’m lost.

mist everywhere,

as far as eyes can see.

Grey, blurry roads,

streched out in front of me.

One promise security,

steady rewards and earnings.

A bed to sleep in,

regular meals,

a strong roof over one’s head.

The other offers adventures,

surprises at every corner.

Experiences wild as the wild,

tales that became legends.

As I stood there, wondering,

which path I should  take,

when the sun came up,

the fog dissipated,

showing both paths clearly.

Then I smile,

for now I know,

which path I am to take.

Shouldering my burdens,

put on my cap,

readily I set out—-

—-for the third path.