As I sit here alone at the bar
I wonder what paths may come
And which will I choose
The wisest path
May not be the happiest path
What divides this from others
Is it choosing to live like a monk
In self reflection or contemplation?
The happiest path
Is it focusing on the now
Or is it honed on the distance
The marathon that never ends?
The somber path, I must be wandering now
I wonder where the path forks
And what will be the trail signs
Or is it a hidden path, known only to a few
How will I know, or does knowledge ruin
I feel lost, even knowing the path I walked
The way is closed, and only forward is open
To what do I walk, run, crawl towards?
