Introspection

I am a wanderer, an outsider
A lone voice in the wilderness
I am wolf but not wolf
Trapped between the city and the forests
I belong to neither

My path is a winding one
Twisting, turning through the dense trees
The trail ahead always hidden around the next bend
As always, I plod forward
Seeking the answers which lie at the end of my journey

The transition of here to there is but a fleeting moment
One that is too easily forgotten
In the preoccupying rush to get somewhere
In the hectic rush to get anywhere
One must not ignore the signs along the way

It was under a dazzling sun and a cobalt sky
That I paused to look back the way I came
And saw for the first time
That I had wandered off the beaten path
And had blazed a new trail through the dense underbrush

A world I had entered that few knew of
And even fewer understood
This new world pulled at me
Seeking to hold me in its gentle embrace
But I stopped, doubt holding me at the precipice

Over my shoulder, the lights of the city burned bright
Beckoning me back to a life that I knew so well
Torn between two worlds, could I not be a part of both?
The cool depths of the forest tugged at my wild soul
Yet the lights of the city called to my disciplined, rational side

What was I to choose?
Was I to choose the lure of the unknown?
Or the comfort of the familiar?
Long I stood in thought at the border of two worlds
While the sun angled across the summer sky

As the sun faded behind the tall trees
I took a short step forward
And felt the welcome cool of the forest wrap itself around me
Was I really making the right choice?
Only time will reveal the truth to me