The Road less Travelled

The Road less Travelled

I walk.

The road less travelled.

Less is more.

And the exclusiveness

Speaks for itself.

The things less done

Always sought after.

Stories of happiness

Not so much common

Yet strived for

Like the far flung forest.

The certain charm

Of being unique

Deciding and pondering

The roots of its cause

Whether it stems,

From your need to be

Or from,

The need to not to be.

Alike or alive.

Differences play

The game of being different.

While the lesser mortals,

Dance in their head,

To the tune of gratitude.

Of being able,

To not to be labelled.

The heart rejoiced,

Not at being different,

But a silent thank you.

To the mud and stones and gravel,

To the greens that make it pretty

Thank you,
To the road less travelled.