A magic fork bends within the wind
It’s split in two
One half of the silver leans to the right
The other to the left
The metal lines point out
The way
Each one strays
I slip through
Neither

The Water portal opens
It’s a gaze
Space and time
As I walk through
Leaving the fork behind
As the moment of shredded lessons
It’s the one less road seen or taken
But I was the one
On who saw something