today
on a walk through the woods
it is not clear which path is crying
from overuse or
which has long been neglected
both ridden with Earth
green and laughing
oh please
i whisper with heavy heart
will there not be some sort of sign
a signal or loud shout from the skies:
my dear, of course, you must take this one
but i do not believe in god
sometimes i catch myself getting stuck
in claws of the outside world
of TV voices and
books of inspirational quotes
forgetting that all morality exists in
my mind
that there is no correct path
one more clear or more covered
in blades
all just paths
in a convoluted universe with
.001 percent of the answers
and so i do not take either but
sit with eyes closed and become a
part of the green
draped in sun
melting
