The path through the trees split around one prominent trunk
Reaching that point, I paused and thought which side should I take
At a quick glance both seemed pretty well traveled
It left me a bit sad since I wanted to follow Frost’s advice
Leaving me but one choice. I climbed the tree and my perspective was never the same again.
Dramatic undulations littered the moving landscape
Under the constant onslaught of sun and wind
Never the same from minute to minute
Entropy hard at work
Can’t things just remain the same?
He shook his head reading the paper about another closure
As if being single wasn’t hard enough
Now where would he meet women? He hated Tinder.
Going on Twitter just made his skin crawl
Even though this virus likely wouldn’t kill him, his love life was RIP.
Reaching for her car keys, Delilah headed out the door
Outside she got into her car and pulled out of her driveway
Under the slate-gray sky she drove through traffic to get to work
There she punched the time clock and began her shift
In her breaks, she chatted with the same people and told the same jokes
Never did it dawn on her on her way home that she should do something different
Every day might have been the same, but that’s what she so loved about it
Maybe variety is the spice of life, but
Isaac worried about getting burned
Loving to do the same thing over and over
Delicious blandness that left him fulfilled