Here I am
at the proverbial crossroads
and like others before me
I stand alone.
I look left
and then I look right
knowing that my fate
is already set in stone.
I could travel
the same distance both ways
and never know
what never was.
I could stay here
and set up camp
living my life with no
purpose or cause.
The luxury some have
to take their time
and decide
while others
must move quickly
and not hide.
Frost, he could travel both
but a man I am not
so why not venture out,
change course,
and zig-zag between
what will be and
what might be?
Or yet again,
I could follow no path,
forge my own
and cover my tracks
so no other mortal
could ever find
the real me.
Autumn Siders 