No Turning Back

Moseying through packed flakes, He leaves a trail Twisting and looping Like a rough mountain road. With caution he turns to retrace His trodden path To get lost again in the Winding wonder he created. But he finds the path Unforgiving in reverse As he cannot easily move through it; His steps are slow And cautious, Not curious and adventurous As they had been on the Original trek. He twists his face in frustration And begins to lose his balance In his own footprints. He stops after four steps And looks at his trail Stretching far beyond the low-rolling Hills and evergreen trees, Realizing that he cannot go back The way he came.