I once stood before a three-forked road,
truly puzzled by which one I should take.
All would lead somewhere different,
though all three appeared the same.
It wasn’t until I imagined each differently
that they no longer looked that way.
I first noticed the road to my left.
To my surprise, the path itself had been clear.
However, there were predators somewhere near,
as such a path led straight into a dark forest—
to where I may exhale my last breath.
Turning to the path on my right,
I noticed that it, too, had changed somehow.
What I had thought to once be the clearer path
had now been stricken by a storm of clouds—
clouds that I knew would never truly pass.
I turned to the path ahead,
not quite clear as to what I would see.
A mist shrouded the path in mystery,
and thus I knew I would never know
what my future—or yours—may hold,
or if we could ever be together again,
wrapped around this emotional tether,
always and until the very end.