The path was one of rotten tomatoes, ripened cabbage, and wheat. The wheat was beaten down and over time, appeared to be a path…a path to what…the ‘ol man didn’t elaborate…and I really don’t know what about his story grabbed me from my destiny to this point in the path…unless this path was part of my destiny and fate too?

The path seemed to curve around in circles at times, and at others, it would drift…float around you like timeless wonder…I’m not sure if the wonder or the path were real…and as I remember the journey…to this day, it appears the two aren’t that different. Am I still on the path? Was I ever off the path? These questions lure me to trap the answer.