I am in a cross walk

Tired of my old way

And looking for the turn

As it goes

I follow along

I am not strong enough

to set my path

I just go through the motions

wondering how long it will last

Every April

 I get the in the mood

to express myself

of What I do

And what I should

Every March  I move a notch

toward my far away goals

A little step

Just heel to toe

Not knowing when I get there

And how

Just the drips of my soul

that is tired

About the road not taken

Actually it is not just one long road

But thousands and thousands of streets, alleys and paths

Each time we make a decision we set our path

Is it a detour is it a highway

Did we get lost on the way

Will the new road be better

than the road of today

 And as for the road not taken

It will stay  evasive and unknown