Two paths sprawl out in front of you.
Both identical.
Both unforgiving.
A wisp of opportunity caught in the belligerent breeze. Both could mould your perception and life

You choose one, as you walk further, the end of the path seals itself; in a tight unforgiving knot.

Further and further, wistfulness and curiosity descended upon you, plunging its claws and whispering, seeding itself in your mind.

You peek over the divide however the other path has disappeared, travelled upon the wind.

As you saw the end of your path, the storm clouds of regret rolled and boomed, rain drops of sorrow cascading against you.

When looking back you saw only an impenetrable knot