Never heard, never saw,
never looked for that matter.
Shall we throw caution
to the wind,
take on what may come
in fits of unbridled
rage and joy?
Shall we walk lonely
down the paved roads
of familiarity
or chance the untested
passages?
Maybe hurt and loneliness
wait there, monsters
of our own creation
but then again,
maybe not.
Sometimes I want to know
and other times
I want to roam
to the unknown.
Let’s go to the fork in the road
and put some tines in it