The forked-open road that lies ahead,
It contains two roads that I must choose,
A Frosty complex is what is to be said,
But will the road less traveled cause me to lose?

I sift through my thoughts, looking, searching,
I listen for advice from my heart,
And peer into my intuition, lurking,
Must I realize that reason and fault part?

Reason, the thought that seems right,
But not always the best route to choose.
Fault, my true blemish in the light,
But, also my faults are my virtues.

Reason and fault are to veracity and truth,
The four are two the same,
But to compare my teachings to my deciduous youth,
To follow my heart, that’s all to blame.

Now the true question is at bay,
What is my heart?
Such a hard answer to say,
To something I must stand apart.

A heart is needed for one to be,
But is it just a necessity?
Can it be used for one to see?
If so, I must find this ability.