ChoicesΒΆ
Jesal Mehta, 2023
Miles to go before I sleep
In snowy evening or rainy morn
And roads keep diverging on and on
In woods and fields,
Yellow or green or brown
A fractal branching of the what-if tree,
Multiverses spinning out of each moment
Everything everywhere and all that jazz
But I am here, now,
And the paths fade.
Is adulthood
simply
the pruning of possibility?