The Fork In the Path

The Fork In The Path Where does this trail go? Does it lead through meadows with gently flowing grass? Flowers dancing in the warm breezes from distant mountains Bees and birds flying among wispy clouds With the scent of violet relaxes the mood of the land Does it lead into a sunset where the daylight fades into night? Stars fight to be seen in the dimming light The chirping of birds is long gone Replaced by the baying of wolves looking for a mate Does it lead into the infinite darkness of night? Only lit by the light of a billion distant stars So faint that it remains a world without light or shadow Sounds of a distant world break up the silence An unseen choir of life and death Where does this trail go? Three forks coming from the path that life offers All well-worn and all unmarked There is no way to be certain which is correct No way to do other than hope you choose the right one Light or dark it is your choice to make On your own All alone Just you and a fork on the path with a choice to make