The Cursed Path

A winding, long, unpredictable path. That's all life is. Maybe we're cursed to live this life, always one step ahead from our doom and one step away of eternal joy? We all hope to find our one and only, waiting for them to stumble across our path, willing them, yet never yearning for love. We are hopeless creatures, wanting change but not wanting to change. Sure we get older, maybe not all of us get wiser... The winding, long, yet ever shorter path Seems to haunt our existance, Something is always lurking in the unlit Surroundings, always waiting for you to stray from your preset life. Sometimes it's forks of, into many choices, I bet you hope to not make the wrong one...