The Path requires forward motion
So we forge on
At times, hands clutching hands
At others, fingers simply touching
Inevitably, the Path splits
The left route pulling him
The right calling to me
If he tugs harder
And I go left with him
Is it no longer my Path; simply his?
If I tug harder
Causing him to veer with me
Will he yearn for the Path not taken?
If we diverge
Going our separate ways
There will be no more ‘us’
…only him and her
If we compromise
Creating a center Path
Do we essentially please neither?
And with that compromise
Do we grow, or are we diminished?
Is the goal
To walk the Path
With his hand in mine
Or is to arrive at the destination?
I will not ‘follow’ the Path
For it is not a map or blueprint designed to guide
Rather it is a chronicle of choices
That can be viewed
Only when looking back