Just a single step is all
and one stride no longer takes me far
when traveling toward one's final fall
in search of who you really are.

I find myself far down the trail
with forks aplenty yet to choose
and the consequences they'll entail.
One choice might win, another lose.

Looking back my past seems clear,
unlike as when I walked that path,
a wavering line which leads to here
where I deal with choices' aftermath.

Now I must turn, my path leads on.
Future's mist grows denser as I peer.
I can't make out that final dawn
and wonder if it's far from here.

So here comes yet another stride
into the future's swirling fog.
Who knows fate my choices hide
ere final entry in my log.