=Forest=

So this is where I pause and turn around
to find the road behind has long disappeared
into the changing forest.

Turning back ahead, I spot another path;
one that has been there all along unnoticed.
There are roads made by others
and there are paths made by us.
The changing forest that lay
beside our roads and paths
is the path of possibility.

Voices call from down the road.
They wait, yes they wait, for me to arrive
and to go on down their road,
and along that road
lies the hearts of them.

There may be no turning back
but the forests always lay beside,
tempting those who turn to look behind
disguised as faint regret.

If you know where you want to go,
pick a road and get there.
Diversions along the way for interest
are fine but still you must get there.

If you do not know where you want to go,
follow those ahead of you,
choose which ever paths which interest you.
Eventually you will find a way.

If you do not want to go anywhere,
head into the forest.
For roads and paths are not for you.
In the forest you will learn
the meaning of life.