Standing at a fork in the road
Watching the change of scenery.
New things to see and experience;
New bridges to cross;
New hills to climb and overcome.

Which way do I choose?
Whether easy or difficult,
Whether right or wrong,
The choice comes from the heart.
I have to make the choice.

Standing at a fork in the road
Both never ending and tiresome.
Walking through today,
Running to next week,
Sprinting towards the end.

I have to make the choice.
It’s my turn to cross the street;
It’s my turn to move forward.
I walk alone. Slow and steady…
With no one to hold my hand.

Standing at a fork in the road
No map or directions in hand.
I can make a difference –
I change the scenery –
I create the fork in the road.

T. Marina