The Trail Called Life

Consider this...
We all are compelled onto a trail,
Or shall we say
into a cave corridor.
We plod into a wall of total darkness
And maybe it's just as well;
Because our clear sight behind
Is often clouded
By the perceptions of our scared minds.

We are prohibited from back tracking.
No,
We cannot rewind the tape.
No matter how much we feel our eras
And efforts are lacking,
We only possess our specific occupying space!

We read,
We speak to friends
And confidants.
We crawl upon our knees to feel our way
Through this wall of dismal gloom,
As we move along pretending to be so
Nonchalant.
About the time moving forward becomes
Much less a chore,
We soon find ourselves in a cold stone room with multiple doors,
At a fork with many breaks,
At catacomb with numerous corridors;
Aye,
Making a solid choice is such a nerve racking chore!

Each choice transports us forward into a totally different destiny.
Some lead us into exhilarating adventure,
Others may transport us into a chamber where a huge pot of gold sits
Surrounded by enchanted blessings.
We could also walk into some sort of eternal indenture,
Or wind up at the bottom of a spear pit in bloody dressings!

Far too many times when we finally open the door
And make our choice,
We wonder what might have been waiting down another hall
While we move forward along
Heeding life’s calls.
Our journey moves forward only,
But we never reach our final destiny
In this trek where we are in fact so chilly
And lonely.

Just think..,
No matter how high us our trail sends,
No matter how littered with gold our choice is,
All of it comes to an abrupt,
Sometimes bitter end…
And all that remains is a gently puffing
Meadow wind.