"The Path"
Life is but a dirt path,
beaten into the earth by those before you.
The path branches off.
Forks upon forks in the road.
The paths you choose determine
the sights, the encounters.
The well lit path,
or through the darkness of a cave.
I choose not the path well traveled.
I walk through the tall grass.
Through weeds.
I carve my own way and look,
for behind me are other brave souls.
We have our own way.