Path of Life

A winding path ahead of me
I can’t see where it ends.
What will become of me
How much longer must I trudge along?

A street with many turns in front of me
Each of dire importance.
Where will each one take me
Will I choose the right ones?

A narrowing trail surrounding me
Each step I take meaning more than the last.
No room for error
Will I make every step worth it?

A rockslide behind me
blocking my past.
Now there is no going back
Will I regret the paths I choose?

What will become of me?
As I plod along
This disguised path of life.

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