I say ,”I need an answer.”

And so I set out on promising paths, till some become rocky and some become steep, while others lead to banks of deep rivers with swift and dark currents.  I turn back each time.

I prefer this straight and level path stretching to the horizon...
where either sunrise or sunset await.  I can’t know which it is...
because I don’t know when I left or how long I have traveled...
It seems to remain only a shining promise.  And so I begin breathing again...