Grand Theft Poetry: The Choice

Two choices diverged before me.

I listed the pros and cons for each upon my notebook page.

As I did so, I asked myself for the thousandth time;

"Why must I choose between the places that most determine my future?"

I blocked out the second option with one hand so I could focus solely on the first.

Soft music tantalized my thoughts as I soaked in the pros and cons, options like a melody careening through my mind--the notes smiling at me like an old friend.

I shook my head, trying to clear the temptation, before removing my hand from the right side of the page and planting it firmly on the left. The music stopped.

I gazed at the second.

Mountains unconquered, unfamiliarity, and promise lurked dangerously in this choice. It was not what my eager eye and willing ear wanted me to opt for.

With a large sigh, I took them both again; holding them like a balance beam, my mind the weighing lever teetering back and forth.

From which scale could I glean the most potential and success?

Only if you knew! My thoughts hackled mercilessly.

I took a breath, and unsteadily, crossed the second candidate into an incomprehensible mess of pen marks.

I reviewed my final choice, the first, with satisfaction and peace.

I had done well,

Perhaps this was the path more traveled by--but the best for me.

The one to make all the difference.