Today I feel no longing.
Characterized like a crossroad,
but different,
like being lost in the woods
with all directions abound, not limited.
And no reason to commit to one path.

I’d rather not decide just yet.
I’d rather sit and wait.
For though I know each path has virtues
and they will all exit pines
to open grace and cathartic shine,
the resounding factor of length of time
makes me hesitate.

And as I waste away my life
waiting for one path to materialize
into something I have passion for,
the trees around me become visible.
The forest is alive, and finds meaning in its life
Simply Existing.

And I envy these woods because its life has more meaning than mine ever could.
No matter which path I take.