There once was a fork
That split right in two
Two different roads
With two different views
The road on the right
was guarded by good
Who always stood firm
And did what they should
The road in the left
Was guarded by ease
Who swam with the masses
And bent with the breeze
Good held out their hand
And beckoned to me
The road on the right
Will Lead where you need
It’s straight and it’s narrow
Though covered in rocks
The trek will be harrowed
And sure to have shocks
But it’s good for the soul
To experience strife
So when harder times come
You don’t forfeit your life
Ease just laughs
While slapping their knee
Who wants the hard road
When they can have me
Ease pulls on my arm
And says nonchalant
Take only my road
I’ll give what you want
The way here is smooth
With no strife to be seen
the walk here is easy
With no need to think
The right or the left
Which will I choose
To stand on my feet
Or bend to the breeze
