Couldn’t See The Forest Through All These Trees

So now, here I am, at something like a fork in the road.

I think it’s more like a deep gash, or a scar on the surface of something beautiful and indescribable.

A mystery I have made myself apart of, a journey I guess I have to be a part of, or responsible for, or at least have my name in the credits.

Because I’ve created this life I lead, but I still don’t know where it’s taking me.

So people can join me if they like, but I don’t see the point.

I’ll be quick to learn faces and names, but I know I’ll forget who they are just as easily.

But I’ll live each day, like it’s the only day that’s ever been.

And if I have some friends, then let them in.

And if intangibles start to seep into my path, then let them act out their part.

Because love is something that can be accepted, even into something as fragile as a heart.