In the wilderness I wondered,
Take one road and part from the other-
I know this leads to home,
But what adventures;
Are along that which rends asunder?
This dull path with its benches,
That are empty, and so are the trenches,
They left hastily for safety-
Vague footprints and pushed aside branches;
Evidence of their humdrum choices.
As I pass the last sapling,
I recall where I stood wondering,
The road to home is not as safe-
For safety is to stand and do nothing,
And let the passing time decide something.