The Lie. The Promise.

It is deceptive, that straight path in front of you.
It goes so far before veering into the wilderness,
into the dark woods and strange marshes
that suck your boots into the mire,
trapped by tides and currents and winds.

So enjoy it, this brief moment of certainty.
Enjoy the sunshine. It is fuel for the struggle,
acting as memory and promise
both.