A Road Traveled

I feel like I'm at a fork in the road once again. It's the same one as the last time. And the time before that. I don't simply choose a path and follow it, for better or worse. No, I start walking and decide that this isn't the kind of trail I'd like to travel on. The view is nice, but the ground is muddy, making it hard to walk and, well, I don't want to get these shoes dirty. So I trudge back to the divergence and select a more suitable road for my purposes. It's a clean, dry walk this time.. but there's simply no scenery. On top of that, I can't remember the last person to pass by who seemed worthy of conversing with. No, this won't do either, but have I come too far to return to where this road splits in all directions? Shoud I risk trekking down another thoroughfare of unknown conditions? There's no telling what types of terrain or ne'er-do-wells I could encounter the next time around. So, here you find me, strolling slowly at the edge of my most recent route, throwing thoughtful glances from whence I came, waiting for my feet to join my mind that's already turned back.

-dm-