the path keeps thinning

As onward I walk

but a droop on the back of my mind

as the fear of a tightrope that haunts my future,

starts to take shape.

For up ahead-

from where I walk,

~I see my pathway thinning

with every step I take...~

and I know i've said this many times

But so apparent

Its true...

I can't change fate.

~+~

"Its a one-way high-way"

or so they say;

but I can't change it either way.

I turn back to see the wider paths

and envision its lack to where I head.

Its so tempting to just stop walking,

but God knows when I'm free.

~+~

What never changes,

The path will thin

as surely as my spirits will grey

yet facing this state

is what scares me the most

the anxiety from anticipation alone.

~+~

Better a fate cursed than no fate at all?

well...

that is something only time will tell.

...A foreshadowed forecast with its thinning scarce to go...