Forks

One step is followed by step followed by another toward someplace I ought to go.

Then I come across a fork in the road- two paths diverged, or three- and comes the decision to be made: left, or right, or straight?

Only, if I could only travel all three- just to walk and see what lies yonder that rock, hill, nook, cranny, tree.

But to plod along then backtrack is no way to go- forks lead to forks of forks. There's only one of me, and one of my destination-to-be, and one of a one-of-a-kind life- not three.

Besides, my feet are sore.

Left, right, or straight?

Onward it is then,

and I step-
followed by step followed by step

followed by choice.