Maybe


Standing in the middle of a road is usually precarious,
but not on this mountain.
Up here the cars are rare.
I look forward. I've never gone past this point.
I know that if my feet should choose to do so, I could walk.
I could walk forever and never turn around.
I could go into the forests and for once
just simply not be responsible for anything.
The thought is tantalizing to a racing mind,
but I know I'd never do it,
even given the chance;
It's just too much adventure.
I have things here to worry about,
people I love,
a home.
Leaving would be a stupid, brash decision.
I have no reason to take a step forward, only sideways,
as a car passes.

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