astray
Allen.
two sunlit pathways, diverge as roads' end meet,
my wandering traveller’s feet wonder
with a mind of its own, boundless by leisures
of a summertime lost in labyrinth of memories
a road towards the sunchild and his wavy locks,
divinely alluring as renaissance sculptors crown him
an artistic monarchy’s rightful deity,
where he lets go of my august-branded sorrows
a road towards chiseled grandeur, marble-made
where i become the rightful almighty god
​of a union, a confederacy, of a federation,
all eyes pierced, locked onto my every step
never can i amble on both roads,
their destinations, far-flung in opposite worlds
impossibility in convergence, a preordained fate,
one of picturesque scenes, and one of glory
a cottage beside the meadows sunspots dance on,
or a palatial contemporary architectural masterpiece,
a settled rural outlook towards the years to come,
or face perpetual imposition to be dead-centre on the stage
with my youth long gone, buried beneath our lovely,
secret mythical garden where the branches of the willow trees,
extends towards the farthest, most desolate ends of the skies,
lead me away, to embark into new beginnings