Two Exits Up Ahead

Two exits up ahead. One to the left could go west, One to the right could go east, I could drive straight past Continuing down the predictable path. The exit on the right provides a return route to beginnings — attempts at do overs. The other tempts me. It is new unexplored A place to forge forward despite mistakes or I could just continue forward. Going straight ahead keeping my momentum Following the route laid out by me for me Relentlessly marching one foot in front of the other Accomplishing surviving plus ignoring regrets Going forwards is best, at least that is they expect. They are not driving today. It is my choice. Left, Right or straight ahead. The explorer, The part of me that thinks I am still young Suggest left. It probably won’t kill me to take A look. But can I glimpse and return. The ramp on the right speaks to me “Going to your past will not change it, Following me to make amends is necessary Unavoidable, if you do not take me now I will show up again.” What is right is not always helpful. Wondering about what could have been I responsibly continue straight past each exit. Hopeful the choice will come up again So I can visit the past, heal some more Or move on to the new and unexplored. Jeremy P. McKay