Path
Walking down the path of life,
the path splits. Left or right?
You make your choice, but the
the path splits again. Left, center, or right?
Again you choose and continue
life’s journey. Again and again
the path splits, becoming
more and more complex. Again
and again you choose a direction.
But soon worry washes in.
Have I chosen wrong? Should I
go back? Too late, you can’t change
the past. Continuing forward
stepping with care, until finally you stop,
sit down; shut your eyes, wonder
if the path will ever be clear.
You stay where you are, fear rooting
you to the time and place you’re in.
People go by, passing you, going
further in their journey while
you stay stuck, stricken with fear.
Over and over you ask yourself
what if I chose wrong? What if
I'm not where I should be?
Am I lost? Should I keep trying?
Questions and fear ripple over your skin,
replaying in your mind.
Stand up little one, leave your
fear where you stand. step forward,
take my hand. If you stop now
you’ll never find where you’re meant
to be. Hold on to some questions,
for they keep you on your guard,
but don’t live in fear. Mistakes may
be made, but new paths appear
going way to a brighter place.
Never stop on life’s path,
find happiness and sadness,
strength and weakness. Continue
on until your dead, because
only then does your life’s journey end.
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