Burden

There is a path hidden before me

Layered with dirt and tendrils of ancient Giants

Watchers wrapped in armor of bark and leaf

Standing Sentinel over Time

Waiting, judging, to go left or right

Or straight through the heart of what could be

Choice is a burden we all must carry

Until it grinds us all to dust

-Jason B

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