What are you looking at, oh buddy?
Taking small but sure steps,
You are walking through
that thin log, finding your way through.
Noone ever knows what’s waiting at the other end,
Serene meadows or a bottomless quicksand?
You’d never know, unless
You decide to take the risk,
tread that path less travelled.
You might never know,
A fortune might be waiting for you
to be discovered and owned.
Carve your own path.
Write your own story.