One day I walk outside,
To breath the fresh air,
Be with my family,
And be with this unquenchable ME.
I walked on a beautiful path,
That led to a beautiful view,
My feet felt comfortable,
And my eyes were festive.
Then I walked on a rugged path,
That bent to an unknown end,
My steps were careful,
My eyes were watchful.
Should I bring a club,
Lest I should be in danger?
Should I be wary?
Should I be keen?
Should I prepare only to trod,
On a beautiful path?
On this day,
I found the answer.
I need to trod both paths,
For the path matters not.
It’s the end of the journey,
That concludes,
What becomes of me,
At the end of every path and by-way!
Purposive Writer 