All roads divide
twisting, coiling
across the landscape
of time.
We walk,
unfamiliar paths,
led onward
by love, pain,
ignorance
or just
blind
hope.
Others, we retread, again
and again.
Retracing worn tracks,
circular footprints
in dirty snow.
Searching,
for the path we missed.
Yet always,
our journey continues,
unabated,
until our bodies,
wearied from travel,
succumb.
