The long, daunting trail lies ahead

It forks and joins with itself

Some disappear early into gloomy woods

Others stop at sunlit beaches

 

I walk along the trail

Stumbling through the occasional poison thorns

My heart bleeding from the wounds

My eyes dull and mindless

 

There had been so much I have expected

At the end of the trail

Yet now I just feel pain

Standing alone, in the afternoon rays

 

I decided to stop

Diverge from the busy trail

Take the notorious shortcut

To the unknown end that concludes all