The Path Undecided

Walking through a wood one day I came across two paths leading around a lake I pondered which one to take; looking at Them both they looked almost identical, After all they may both circumnavigate the lake. But looking closer I could see one path was Overgrown with weeds and wild flowers And the other had potholes. Undecided I let Clara off her lead to see which one She preferred. She sniffed the air and looked Trusting at me to decide. If I took the path with the Potholes I thought I could walk around them. If I took the path covered with weeds and wild flowers There might be snakes in the grass: The decision was Mine alone.