What If I Took The Road Less Travelled By?

there were only two choices,
that was during his time,
the road less,
and the road more,
whatever that means,
you know it
and i know it
and i have chosen the road more:

more people, more opportunities
more laughter, more entertainment,
more and more
the more that we can conceive in our
minds,
less the soul, more in the body
on an imbalanced
trichotomy,

what if i have chosen the road less traveled by?
less the lust,
less the fame,
less the money, more pains, more grief,
less the acceptance of the family,
and less the looking up
smiling faces of society,

i could have been dead by now,
betrayed by all of you,
and so, thank me, fate, thank me luck,
for i am here with you
in this party of rivers of drinks and mountains of food,
in this luxuries of lust and
favors,
here we are in this ballroom
of music and dances

we all smell like rats
feel like crocodiles
and spit fires like dragons
inside the walls of
our extinction.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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