My Fork Poem by Roger Harrison

I have come to my fork in the road

As from me the red stream does flow

Should I go deeper or leave it alone?

Which prong will make all my pain be gone?

Beethoven's music is being eaten by the birds

I am being torn apart by my own words

These chains are binding deep in my skin

Caged in the life I have always been

Tainted soil can only grow a bad seed

The Devil is laughing at me like I'm a weed

Which prong should I take, which way should I go?

One way is quick and one way is slow