As it got closer he wondered
If the end of the road was what it claimed
Or was it the start of a new road?
He could see it looming before him
There was something immovable about it.
Beyond it was a murky mass.
Was it the road less taken
Or the road most taken?
Could he sample both before deciding?
Or was it simply an abyss
From which there was no returning?
He decided there was an inevitability
He could fight it or go with the flow.
So he girded up his loins
Stepped forward knowing that no matter what
He had to face the future.
After all it was Tuesday
And things happened on Tuesday.