Looking down, I can’t see the ground,
I can’t even remember my feet touching earth.
The air stirs slowly, clouded and streaked,
innumerable diffused lights illuminating randomly.
The branch I am currently standing upon
creaks warily, as though it might snap soon.
Guess it’s time for a new branch, I think,
looking up. I know I can’t go down.
Only up. But which branch to choose?
Perhaps an old, thick branch.
Maybe one with lots of leaves.
Wait – that colorful one looks adventurous!
I reach out, decision made hastily, and step.
This new branch is so different.
The air is warmer, my feet have less room to stand.
Looking back to my previous location,
a familiar light glows intensely.
I realize I feel a little wiser, a little older.
Suddenly, my colorful branch sways, my footing slips a little.
Catching my breath, calming my pulse,
I think, maybe that’s enough adventure for now.
Guess it’s time for a new branch.
But which to choose?
Where do I go next?
How do I know the right path for me?

Decisions, decisions.