Crossroads

A long walk

Gravel was warm

Crickets were quiet from the heat

A tough day

It was longer than before

He’d been walking on these paths for a week

Straight for a while

The stretch reached its end

He stood forced to make a choice

Roads became crossroads

1 turned into 4

He had no guide, but his inner voice

Tumbleweeds crossed him

He was tired, but couldn’t sit

Looking down each path, this was how’d he start again

He left something

It didn’t need him no more

It could’ve been himself, a place, or a thing that he loved

Walking didn’t help

It gave no answers

No decrees

It gave him direction

A chance at reflection

Now faced with a choice, he wanted to fall to his knees

So he waited

Thought things through

Each path would make him anew

One road was fenced

Paint dried from the sun

Weeds cluttered around the posts

Straight ahead was bumpy

Barely traveled maybe

It could go on forever

The last was empty

Dry with nothing on the sides

This path was forever

Nothing made sense

Good choices were too easy

Bad choices seemed too hard

The man repeatedly spun in circles

Losing himself

He forgot what path he was already on

He was trapped

Confused 

Worried where to go

Left with 3 choices

One goal

He was only searching for home

Middle of the crossroads

Never stay or else

Not making a decision is death of the self