The road split into two
Both ways
Held secrets
Only the taker would know.
They both were
Equally
Promising.
I stood where they
Combined.
Where the road had split.
One went past a river
The water rushing, running,
As if it were asking me to a
Morning jog.
The other went through a forest.
The birds singing, calling out
They wanted me to
Their choir.
I’d have to choose.
It was too early and
I hate choosing.
Maybe I should flip a coin?
Heads for river.
Tails for forest.
No.
The choice would have to be mine,
Otherwise it would be
Meaningless.
I’d just get bored.
So I did the only reasonable thing
Trees did seem more appealing.
I made my first step into
The canvas of green.
I took
Another step.
The world became
Darker
Like midnight
In midday
The blue sky
Now black.
One more step
Two
Three.
The trees begun
To wilt.
Like a child’s drawing
Crumpled and dropped
In the mud.
The path before me
Spiraled.
It was a
Serpent.
A random scribble in a sketchbook
My head spun
A wrong movement
And I’d fall
To my death.
Turn back,
My mind screamed.
The birds’ melody became
Screeches
They attacked me with their
Talons
Pecked at my mind.
The road behind me had
Disappeared.
And I had
Chose wrong.
A bear begun
To chase me
His fur was dark
Like the asphault
From a highway.
So I ran,
Far,
Far,
Away.
And as I ran,
I noticed other
Paths
Surrounding me
As if they were laughing at me.
Each one made of glistening
Diamonds.
The painted portrait of a queen.
They’d be ashamed
Of my
Dirt
Trail.
I
Ran
Out
Of
Breath.
I slowed down.
The bear caught up
As did the birds who
Yelled in my ear.
I watched the other paths
And noticed
The walkers wore
Suits with fancy ties.
They walked
Too fast.
Not bothering
With the nature
The watercolor painting of which
We live in.
Their eyes were only
White sheets of paper.
I realized
Maybe this isn’t that bad.
I befriended the bear.
Made peace with the birds.
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