Moving On

Curious, isn’t it? Tentatively pacing Down this narrow path When what solely surrounds you Is without form And shapeless Yet such an environment Can only be gradually forged With each grand step taken On this very trail Often you meet with A harsh fork in the route And feel yourself unnerved By knowing you can only choose But one side to follow You may rest assured, however, As those who preceded you Explain that these complex feelings Of hesitancy, Apprehension, And humane naivete Shall cause no need for alarm “Move on,” they say “Keep moving on, Nature’s little foundling,” They say that even the end may be daunting But the best course of action Is forever carrying forward, And moving on.