Today I find myself in the middle of the road

A fork in the road that I've seen far too many times

Oddly enough I think of you

Boy, would you get a kick out of this!

Yellow wildflowers tickle my ankles

While I pace from curb to curb

You had footprints in this dirt road before

They're still fading but sometimes, between you and me

I like to feel the grooves of the fossilized tracks

Recalling the loud fun that occupied my days

And the silent torture that occupied my nights

In hindsight, past decisions are enjoyable to mull over

Laughing at my panicked self and reading over old laments

Now that I've found myself back at this fork in the road

I'm no longer on the verge of hysterics

Maybe a few months from now will change my mind

I'll go back to spending sunny afternoons in mania-induced laughter

Crows fly overhead as I stare down the two paths

I know where the left road leads, I took it last time

It's quiet except for the occasional scampering wildlife

The road on the right, however, I haven't been down in forever

Growing bushes overtake the earth and there's barely evidence I was there

Except for my clouding memory and your fading, fossilized footprints

Behind the foliage are the shrieks of countless birds and shivering shrubs

Where animals live without care of humans causing a wreck of things

No matter how much I wish for them to morph into one road

My double vision stays, eventually I'll need to choose

Instead of plucking the petals of wildflowers until my demise

A warm day like this is far too rare to waste

I know the well worn path more than myself

Though the forest's siren call is tempting

The image of thorns carving into my legs brings me to a halt

Safety of a reliable road forces me to do a doubletake

And yet, I've already made a decision my feet refuse to follow