Fork in the road

The truth reveals itself more each day as I take this journey, this fork in the road, a choice I made to take a new direction, my gut says to go down this path, though I’m not sure where it’ll lead, maybe to green pastures, maybe to brick walled deadends with cobwebs, who knows until I start walking, Anything is better than the path full of ferocious wild animals and potholes leading to the ends of the earth, plus they’re after me. I don’t know who they are but they do. The further I get, the more I’m out of their reach, I won’t rest until I’m home safe and sound. I’ll walk day and night until I reach the safety of my front door.

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