Monday, April 12, 2010

of trap, exit and escape

Monday, April 12, 2010

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the

- Robert Frost

This rutted route,
I'm well aware
of the snubbed ground
I'm standing on.

One more smile I fake,
I'm a plastic.
One more notch I make,
Then I'm a broken plastic.

If a broken plastic is what I'm destined to become,
so be it.
If surrender is the word,
then let it be so.

Exhausted by this perpetual fight,
the continuous vexation is no longer a choice.
It was an option
which later became the fate.

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