Faded Lines

Written along the path I walk.

I see them there, the lines I've drawn.

Both faded and dull.

Never forget, the lines remain.

My mother weeps at the road I've chosen.

The choice was made.

A mistake to be, forget the lines.

They are all but faded.

You see the lines, I see them too.

Follow them if you choose.

Yet be wary my friend.

It will be my path you walk,

not your own.