Four Paths

Sometimes he'd just like to walk down the dusty road - kicking and churning the dirt below his heels, letting it waft up into the air.

He'd walk until he'd reach the four corners, up the road a ways from his house.

There was no plan, no map laid out before him, but he knew one day he'd pick one of those roads and he'd follow it.

He wasn't sure where it one left, but maybe thats what was so appealing to him.

Unsure of what lay down each one, the only thing he knew was that it'd lead him to a new life.