Ég rakst á þetta ljóð um daginn og mér fannst það flott og ákvað þessvegna að senda það hingað inn. Þetta er reyndar ekki eftir mig, heldur eftir listamann sem kallar sig Jack of Diamonds.

Left or Right

I went walking through the woods one day,
along a path quite old and worn.
Walking briskly ahead and humming a tune,
same as I had since the day I'd been born.

But something happened on this one day,
something that had never happened before.
I saw a large mass of people ahead
upon the banks of a distant shore.

As I drew closer, I noticed two groups,
each guarding a separate way.
One to the left, and one to the right,
both looking at me on this beautiful day.

“Left or right?” The people asked.
“Come now, quickly, make your choice.
Choose your companions and road for life,
and choose the man who will control your voice.”

“Control my voice?” I asked. “But no one can.”
They replied, “Not just any, only men like these.
Who? Why, the leaders of left and right, of course!
Choose whichever one you please.”

And so, baffled, I looked about.
And wondered on what side I should be.
I looked to the left and I looked to the right,
but neither side looked very good to me.

And so I looked around some more
and noticed something I hadn't seen.
I saw a path that wasn't left or right,
but exactly in-between.

And so, without a backward glance
I started out from behind the sign.
I took a road neither left or right,
but a new direction: mine.

Since then, my path has led many places,
but the end I cannot see.
For the best part of having my own road
is that the end is up to me.