The beginning of the end

There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
No fork in the road.
No distinguishing sign at all.

Just me.
And the wilderness.
In all its fine glory.

The dirt path stretches on.
No end in sight.
Nothing to break up the monotony.

No bear jumps out.
No lion roars.
No leaf flutters.

In the silence I wonder aloud.
What comes next.
Where does this road lead.

Do I want to find out?
Can I turn back now?
Or is there no turning back.

No refund.
No exchange.
I am stuck.

My only choice
is to do
the only thing I've ever known how.

And so I pick up the match.
And destroy.

The dirt road
it is no more.