Lights

Driving through this barrage of lights.

I see flashes and streams alike. 

I see them moving fast. 

I see myself lost in them. 

Forgotten choices I’ve overcome. 

A nomination for what I haven’t begun.

These lights pass me by, going slow.

I signal and pass, to move forward; at last. 

Going South. 

Lights going faster, in the opposite direction. 

Never seen a second time. 

I continue south, looking behind.

Lights that shown, telling me I’m right.

Disappeared when I left them. 

I pull over, rethinking my choices. 

Do I move onward or backward?

Do I continue going south?

Do I turn around? 

I look up at what’s in front of me.

I see where I’m going.

I see my pointed lights.

I see pavement faded.

The lines I’m supposed to follow. 

I look behind me. 

I see darkness. 

But not emptiness.

I see the path I’ve taken.

No longer lit.

I see places I’ve passed.

That took a part of me.

 

As I see my options. 

Either way, 

I continue a worn path.