“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep”
– Robert Frost

I try to remember the promise I made to my mother
as I continue down the dirt road before me
When times get tough, I’ve always just gotten tougher
However, that isn’t always the answer either

The woods have always been a lonely place
Unless you know where to go
Somewhere deep in this space
Everyone comes alive, if just for awhile

I remind myself of this
The trees begin to look the same
as I walk deeper, looking for that spark of life
I have miles still before I am to fall asleep