3 paths 3 people 3 fates
A poem that came to mind... it kept me from sleeping, cycling in my mind, becoming more clear... so I collected my thoughts, to put them together here...
One walks a path, barren and empty, sowing the seeds of life and hope...
The path flourishes, the wanderer travels, lost amongst the peace and prosperity...
One walks a road, jagged and shattered, raises staff and sword, to assemble the pieces...
The tiles arrange, the world assembled, under rule of logic and reason...
One walks a life, under an idol, reading the book and preacher's say...
Enslavement is granted, penitance enforced, while hate and anger shouted miles away...