Don’t remember if you said
Which path one should tread .
But, after I have landed here
Nothing seems to be clear.
As, I see Every junction
Gives rise to thousands of directions,
Except one, all are forbidden paths .
There is a queue for endless lines
To follow the age old routines.
I was told ,you create everything unique ,
Don’t you get bored and sick
Of seeing the act of cloning ?
Prompt them to follow the new way ,
The forbidden ones , as they say .
Let this be said that uncertainty
Is the real fun game to play,
The absolute happiness is forbidden
As there are only a few
To dare the random unknown.
