The path I have been following
looks much the same when I turn the corner.
I look back every now and then
To check my perception
I can see my footprints in the grass
Confirming the path is mine
And not from some other soul
following in my wake.
Today, I wonder what the path would look like
If I chose it myself
instead of blindly
Instead of turning right, as expected
I am going to turn left.
Maybe the grass will be greener,
or just strewn with lost dreams.
Or maybe I will find
something I didn’t know I was looking for.
Maybe I will be found
by someone coming in the opposite direction.