I came across a forest with unfamiliar trees. The fork along the path is calling out to me. The right I cannot see, branches block the path. The other stands barren throughout, no leaf, no branch, no darkness. The path seems to go on forever. Which path do I go, which path do I take. Trees sway around these paths, leaves fall, and birds sing. I couldn’t dare, I couldn’t dare go back, there is nothing there.

Shrouds of darkness fly through the right path, but so do the birds, Doves fly through the air with such little care, such beautiful creatures they are. “Do they know something I do not?” They fly through the path, the hidden right path. I look further down the path, but to no avail. The path is hidden by fallen branches and leaves. I don’t know what’s down the right path.
I look to my left to see that path has nothing on it. I look and see fields of grass along the path with nothing in sight. Birds fly through the sky, but as I look closer, I no longer see the beautiful doves that paraded the right path. The only birds in the sky are vultures searching for their next meal. There doesn’t seem to be an end to this path, “but it looks safe” I say to myself.
I stand there, unaware of where to go. These paths don’t seem to pass again. Taking one means never taking the other. Birds fly as I look down paths, different birds for different pathways. A breeze blows through the windy tangled trees.
I take a step, toward a never-ending crossroad. To the path less traveled.