Sidewalks of Life

I gaze upon the broken sidewalk,

Scattered with glowing autumn leaves.

My path lies before me,

It’s my choice whether to move forward.

I wander along the sidewalks of life,

So hesitant on which way to go,

Praying that I won’t fall to my knees,

Hoping I will choose the right way.

The cold breeze swarms around me,

The summer days have ended.

I hope I won’t lose my way

During the darkest hours of winter.

Not stopping to see if it’s the right way,

Just willing to find a smoother path.

This sidewalk is too unpredictable

It tends to lead me astray.

Like drunken men with no direction,

I wander aimlessly to find a new way,

Stumbling at the corners,

Tripping over my own feet,

Blinding rushing through this mess.

Have I made a wrong turn?

Was it fate that lead me here,

Or my own careless thinking?

It’s much more quiet over here,

On the other side of the sidewalk.

Dried leaves fall at my feet,

And the sun is no longer smiling.

I’m not prepared for this,

This wrong turn that I’ve made.

But the truth is,

We’re all puppets of fate.

And on these sidewalks of life,

Sometimes we have no control

Over where we’re going,

Or who we’re going to meet on the way.

One by one,

We will all slip and fall

On these sidewalks of life.

Some may even skin their knees

And bleed.

But it’s our job

To prove fate wrong,

And get up on our feet again,

And just keep walking,

With each step getting closer

To where we’re meant to be.