Journeying

Forking,
the
roads
before
await.

To
where?

Must
I
choose?

Standing
here
has
but
little
meaning
to
the journey.

In
hesitation
lies
not
the
future.

Though
I
pause,
briefly
wonder.

Remembering:
the
roads
taken
have
me
brought
to
this
very
place.

Comes
the
meaning,
in
the
journeying.

So,
I
choose.