Every choice leads to another decision. So does not choosing.
We all come from somewhere. Are going somewhere.
We all look back sometimes and marvel at how far away it all is.
Where we came from. Where we might go back again.
What will it be like? What will we be like?
Or maybe it’s just better to keep going. Way leading to way.
Write home instead, but always wonder what to talk about.
At least there’s saying where you’ve been.
Follow the Black Road.