The Other Way

There are many among who know. It’s not our secret. As there are these two paths in our own minds, If we admit to it, The busy channels of our life, as raging torrents, tear through our lives, gaping chasms left in the wake,

It is always a choice.

As remarked today, one side has has girded up and struck the other, revening due, because it worked so well last time, never.

I look under my feet I ask them where to go. They seem to know it.

Perhaps not that way this time.

Please.