I stand on a long, straight road,

Cracked concrete stretching to the horizon

Fore and aft.


Behind me the sun shines brightly,

Its amber glow bathing all the land

In warmth and light.


Before me I see only darkness,

A murky, impenetrable black fog

Concealing my path.


Do I march onwards into the night

Without knowing the perils I might face

On the road ahead?


Or do I turn and flee towards the sunlight,

Sticking only to the road I can see,

The path I know?