It is comforting to think
that the sun will shine through,
And each step will become easier,
and we begin to enjoy the path,
along with the chirping chickadees,
We can stroll down the path,
with graceful steps and twinkling eyes,
or we can stumble along,
with dragging feet and furrowed eyebrows,
but one day we will realize,
the sun is an illusion,
and the cheerful chirps were wrong.
The wind whistles around us
with sneaky serpents suggesting all different directions.

The trouble is,
what happens when we realize the light is gone,
when the chickadees have stopped chirping
and many of the paths are left untraveled?
Will the wind still whistle?
And will the serpents still sneak?
Will someone trudge along your path,
possibly further than you did,
or will the shrubs simply grow over it,
as if you never walked the path at all?