I might have chosen different roads to walk.
I might have opted for the scenic route.
I might have shunned the cheese to taste the chalk.

I might have yearned for long forbidden fruit
which tempted me to throw all caution out
with decadence and evil in pursuit.

But, always wanting to appear devout,
I spent my time in beneficial things
while just beneath the surface wallowed doubt,

with all the discontentment which it brings.
I watch unbridled freedom as a hawk
swoops down with strength and purpose on its wings.

I live my life oblivious to talk;
I might have chosen different roads to walk.