Choice
Traveling along a smooth wide trail
admiring nature, not leaving the path
until a fork erupts.
All is stopped.
Left, turn back around, or right,
blaze forward or venture off anew
where no clear path can be seen,
impossible to know what lies in store,
what may be found, what may be lost,
decisions must be made, dusk at hand.
Neither light nor dark adorn the air,
something in between rests overhead.
Is there right, wrong, best, or worst?
Or was taking a path that led here,
even reaching this fork, a mistake?
Too late to start over, no way to reset.
Decisions must be made.
Traveling along a smooth wide trail,
pondering past, stuck to the path,
a train breaking from the tracks.
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