Trails
“How shall I proceed?”
‘tis the question to ask,
for there ahead is a fork
in the midst of my path.
Many a time in the past
I didst choose a way,
but I now am baffled
by ahead what lays.
I’ve come so far
and am no nearer the goal,
which is the end of the quest -
the search for my soul.
It seems no matter
which trail I take,
in the end, the end
‘tis always a mistake.
Whether ‘tis the high road
or low road that I choose,
inevitably ‘tis I -
‘tis I who lose.
My path - this trail -
is like the tracks,
once undertaken,
there’s no turning back.
Time is too short
to run in reverse,
so onward we go
in search of the purse.
And so it is…
these trails are traps,
to think once you’ve chosen
there’s no turning back.
So… left or right,
what shall it be?
I’ll inquire again,
How shall I proceed?”
September 16, 1989