-TrackMarks-
The road begins where it has ended;
These track marks travel through me
to the other side.
I am standing at the break,
looking down between the roads
through which the tracks
of my life have crossed.
The freedom to choose
is what I fear the most to lose,
when and how to end my journey,
and I cannot see from which direction
the track marks are crossing.
I have never been
so close to home;
I am waiting here,
at the returning road.