The Path Travelled

I did not remember when the path split,

All I could remember is travelling,

I did not make a decision; I was too busy,

Dealing with all the things in front of me,

I cannot even remember what they were now.

A decision was made, unconsciously,

It was made unconsciously but, it was made, none the less

Spend your whole life on the road

Not looking up, too busy dealing with things,

Look up! make the decision, or one will be made for you.

Many dreams lost among the way,

Like a hitchhiker, moving thumbs up on the highway,

Asking for a lift; I zoom on leaving them behind,

Why should I stop? I can't stop, I am now on the highway,

Everything is a blur, I cannot see anything.

It is difficult you know, turning back,

More so when you have others depending on you,

When will the next life junction be?

How many miles in a year? Where am I going?

I have blinders on, Clotho holds the reins.

Sometime I stop and think of that path,

The path less travelled, the dream path,

At a red light, late at night, in my dreams,

At those times, I wonder for a few seconds

Then I start the engine, I go to sleep, I wake up,

Then head down...I keep on travelling.