Waypoint

You seem to travel light these days
All baggage left behind
Free to chase for other things

The backpack's all emptied out
With everywhere to go
And nowhere to stand still

There's the small path almost nobody walks
And there's the high road
Unmistakably
The fortunate ones walk up high

A sign pointing upwards reads:
It's frightening at first but it leads to certain places
You shouldn't miss it
You'll go places
If you follow the signs

You're not sure that you want to
But
You feel like you don't have much choice
But to
Go where everyone goes
To see
The landmarks of life

Something inside you resists
You don't want to go there
Straightforward
Going to arrive somewhere
Maybe some other day

Instead
You're lost in the woods
Unfolding
The piece of paper in your hands
Someone put it there
Meaning well for you

You await directions
Your expectations are high
But
It's not a map
There's no highlighted path

It tells you nothing

Except

Dear Traveller,
Remember,
The path unwinds
While you are walking
Have an interesting journey
Wherever you may go -
It's all equally scary
Until it becomes home