I walk the path of life
Looking for an out
An obscure trail perhaps
A detour
The kind you encounter and imagine
That some hiker who came before you
Became impatient with the beaten path
And carved his own out of the
Thick tangle of branches

But the harder I search
The less defined the path underfoot becomes
And I realize
My life is not yet a path
But a forrest
And I choose the pattern
It makes in the trees