Sunday, July 26, 2009

Path Taken

I close my eyes.
I stand at a crossroads, which road to choose?
So many to choose from, but where do they go?
To decide one path is to rid myself of any other choice.
But what if it's wrong? I can't go back.
I look down one path, I squint down another, trying to figure out which is best.
As I stand there undecided, one path disappears.
Wait! But...what if I had chosen that path?
It's too late. I can't take the time any longer.
I choose my path.
I open my eyes.


Child אִישׁ Behavior said...

The story of my life. I can never choose the path though, so many choices. So many unknowns. But you know that ;)

corner point said...

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry that i could not travel both and be one traveler..."

Frost was a good teacher.

Choose well...just make sure to take the one that makes the difference...

MAK said...

Child Ish: Yeah, I know :)

Corner Point: Actually Frost was also my inspiration. I knew that poem of his by heart at one point in time, and it was one of my favorites. "Two paths divereged in a yellow wood...and I? I took the path less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."
(May have messed that up, but you get the idea.)

corner point said...

Almost... ;-)

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."

I recited that poem in an oratorical contest in grade school. Never forgot it. It's a good one...

Moshe said...

Path? What path?! I make my own paths!

MAK said...

Corner Point: You're right. I knew I had messed it up. I also had to memorize it for a contest...unfortunately however, it has left my mind over the years.

Moshe: Forget making your own path, you make your own other-dimension transport device :)

Moshe said...

Shortest path through any maze is a chainsaw. :-D