I

Had I looked at the horizon,

At the rising sun –

And taken off into the distance,

Leaving behind my absence,

Perchance,

Nobody would’ve noticed

That I was gone;

But I chose not to,

Although it made sense,

To have traversed

That path,

Instead of the one

That I eventually did.

II

When in the pitch black,

Of the tumultous night,

I fumble for a smidge of light,

And finding none

Grope around in the dark,

I’m seeking to find,

Any path that leads

To the exit.

III

It would appear that

The path not taken

Back when,

Has left its vestige,

A stubborn remnant –

One that seeks to send me,

Incessantly down the trail

Of finding an escape.

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