Paths

Through many landscapes of this world

you slowly walk towards a fork.

Another choice, another split,

and still, you aren’t allowed to quit.

You cry out loud and then move on,

fog hiding paths for your return.

And as the echo settles down

on dusty road, in muddy ground,

a thought drifts in a misty cloud:

“That was unnecessary loud…”

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