The Road Taken

Towards the forbidden roads, my legs walked
Around the evil mansions, my eyes roamed
To behold me, I found no chains
To set myself free, I felt no reasons
I flew on as if smoked up...
Neither I expect nor do I regret
Regarding those deeds of mine
I care less of those whispering on my faults
But in no way, I am a scoundrel nor a loon
I have clear cut paths to go, those of vagabonds...

Why Am I Scummy Stream ?

Roving amidst the dark and thick woods
In a mental state of tiresome moods
I found a stream that seemed scummy
I felt the mosses held by it gummy
I longed to wet my skin in stream
I moved some scum seeing a bream
Alas! I found pure water, crystal clear-
Beneath the mosses the stream bear
I felt myself the scummy brook
As my circle misconceived me as a crook
Gazing at me with a notion pre-conceived
As i first gazed the murky brook indeed