Past dreams taunt me, dancing outside of my reach. Each flailing about, twisting and heaving, dancing and grinning. They sing to me, chanting their horrid tune. Telling me a story that will never be true. Their whispers beccon me closer making my heavy legs move the distance. They lead me to a path with two direction. Now or Never.

Both paths stare at me, each having their own lure. "Now" was a path with a paved walkway, bright and inviting. "Never" was a dark unpredictable path with a dirt road. I wanted to be able to take both paths, but there was but one of me and two of them.

I stare at the unmoving signs, waiting for one to light up and tell me the answer to this unfortunate riddle. For days I wait, staring at those two signs, and just when I have had enough, one path dissappears, leaving no more options. The choice has been made for me.

Never.

I walk along the path's winding route, pushing past brantches and shrubbs, jumping over rocks and sink holes. Each step seemed heavy, each breath, strained. The air choked the life out of my lungs as I grew clumbsy and uncoordinated. But still, I pushed on. Minutes turn to hours, hours turn to days, days turn into months, and gradually, months into years.

Now I sit on the unending 'Never' path, my bones old and unmovable, thinking back to a day so long ago when I came across two pathways. I remember that day, and I remember my hesitation ro make the decision.

To this day, I still wish I would not have hesitated.