Onward;
the first step has been taken onto the ever-open road
that you came to as a phantom,
appearing suddenly in thin air and then disappearing without a care.
You walk the road without shoes
without choice
and without the reassurance of anything that is to continue to be.
A fork in the road leaves you with a decision
though not of your choice,
still you are forced to choose; and yes, you had better choose right,
or left, so long as it is correct.
So many of us waste our time kicking the rock along with us
down the open road,
but never stop for a moment to search through the thickets
to pick out the perfect flower.
The Ever-Open Road
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