Where?

Two paths fork from one road.

One I dare not take and one I dare not shun.
The one I dare not shun,
the path I longed to take.
Was always shut by a wooden gate.
Through the punctures of the wooden gate,
I could see beyond the road I longed to take.
The stars align and the moon smiles, looking down below.
At once I thought, “this is where I should go.”

I laid in long wait,
hoping for the opening of the gate.
The wooden gate was closed for so long,
when my curiosity led me to survey the path I dare not take.
I was scared and I was nervous.
When I peeked, to my surprise.
I saw a place that was alien to my eyes.
As the sun rose and the clouds greeted it with a kiss.
Earthly good ended against heaven’s bliss.

When I preceded to walk the open path.
I struggled in making my first steps,
at times I even lost my breath.
I looked back to see how far I’ve gone,
when my attention shifted back to the wooden gate.
It was then and there that a wind blew thru.
Splitting the gate in two.
As I looked at my tracks.
I had already gone too far to come back.
I had already grown to love this road,
it has become my sweet abode.

I looked far beside me,
I glanced twice only to see.
That the path I did not take
was always parallel to me.
I turned once right and twice left,
and I glanced once again to see,
That the other path will always be beside me.
Then it came in an epiphany,
only destiny knows the future of that other road and me.