there is a fork in the road
you have been staring at it for so long
deliberating, considering, weighing
it doesn’t matter if the sun is shining or the moon is high
no clarity comes from waiting or wishing or wanting
the path is split and so are you

the lack of choice is not for lack of trying
you have poured so much of yourself into this decision
every ounce of available energy
every second of extra time
given it all the focus you could muster
but the right choice eludes you just the same

you have been staring down at the road and nothing else for so long
that the fork in the path became your whole world
you stopped hearing the birds in the trees
and the crickets in the field
you lost the big wide world around you
and all it has to offer

look up.
blink into the sunlight
bathe in the moonlight
wave at the dawn or smile at twilight
this choice is not determined by the road
it is up to you

the illusion of duality is blinding
it blocks out the idea of anything else
so glance ahead but look behind and left and right as well
there are pathways through the trees and tall grasses
whether they exist already
or you have to make them yourself