#2180-Ways

A faded,

Cracked wall,

Crying out for repair,

Or roads,

To faraway destinations,

Devoid of obligations.

Today I choose,

The less frequented path.

One that leads,

To vast green meadows,

Where cow bells chime,

Birds chirp in time,

And I feel alone,

Yet whole,

With nothing but emptiness,

On my mind.