Reply to Robert Frost’s ‘The Road Not Taken’

The ways

I cannot not find the way
Unless the way finds me
I cannot choose the path
Except it chooses me
My feet is to be guided
In the way of peace
Innocent,
Soft feet for the nails of the life to pierce in
Tears inn
Is every good seed buried in tough ground?
Must roses grow in the thorns?
How can I know the path
That leads to a better end
I will walk in both ways
To taste and see.

Tochi