Two roads forked in front of me

With indiscernible destinations

Hidden in a heavy haze.

To the right,

Veiled in fog,

Warning signs

And stones already turned

Lined a straight paved path of

So-so stability.

The safety of the status quo

Sang steady,

Its same siren song

Feeding my fear,

Inviting me to irrationally indulge,

Moving me to maintain

The mediocre monotony

Of a dead-end life.

To the left,

The shroud strangled the light

From a snaking trail that led

Nowhere

And

Everywhere

Simultaneously.

From its dense fog came

Silence.

A thick,

Suffocating

Silence.

The quiet calm,

With its masked possibilities

And infinite potential,

Pulled at me,

Prying me from

A future fate

Of faithful failure.

I stepped forward into the fog,

Gambling on the unfamiliar,

Going all-in

On a life unknown.