There is something about an empty path that calls to you, deep in your heart.
A tiny yearning rears its head and tugs at you,
Tug-tug-tug, growing.
I don’t know quite what it is that makes it so leading,
So enticing,
To stand at the end of a path or a road upon which there is no one else.
Maybe it is the intrepid human desire to explore and be FIRST.
Or maybe it is the insidious one- to be alone.
Either way, there is an undeniable pull to an empty path,
Exquisite and gravitational,
That hums through your bones like a charge.