The Paths

The paths part while others entwine
Fate will determine the path you find

But love and mystery hide in the midst
Forcing paths to bend and twist

Paths cross and cross again
Shy steps meet new terrain

The travels run into mystery and storm
And through the clouds, come rays to warm

The paths find steep hills
But with effort comes thrills

The steep hike up, the fast ride down
A trip to turn any wistful frown

The paths never end, just continue on
Twist and turning on a map not drawn