The Sweetest Track Not Taken Poem by Isaac Morris

Thou sweetest track
Not taken for a choice,
For my aim was displace to the curve,
By the tweet of my little longings
Thou chang est my heart desire,
As am lost in passions colony,

But am lead by the heart!
So I knelt to be still
As I gaze far away
to glimpse at a pearl
So lovely and sparkling
in a luminous apparel

Now at the plain
I stand in overwhelm
Is a field of treasure base!
Am bloom in my heart
Cus my joy will remain
As a memorial for Morris deed,
Is a walk in the dark!
Lead by the heart!

I put off my ego
And live like a nethole
Let my sweat flow
Like a faulty thin hose
Of a melted ice
Let it form a hallow pool
For the little tadpole to wallow in gambol.

Is meant for all
Like a becoming sunset
from the south pole
with no dislike of color race
Is the choice of the wise!
Lead by the heart!