PATH

there is no path
the path is made by walking
there are those who stumble along blindly
and those who soldier doggedly on
those who trundle along stuck in a rut
and those who shuffle forwards in resignation
those who trudge wearily onwards
and others who come to a halt paralysed with fear
like rabbits in the headlights
some fall by the wayside
some march to the sound of the drum
while others hear a different drum
there is the pied piper
leading the rats into the river
along with the village children
there is the path through the dark forest
the garden path
and the path well trodden
there is the road to nowhere
the road to redemption
the yellow brick road
and the road to perdition
the high road
and the low road
there is too the road less travelled
there is no path
the path is made by walking