The Book of Sirena

the mind cannot make up
what’s in front of its eyes.

a thick fog allows
for a harrowing disguise.

a road peaks through;
to trek would be unwise.

one path becomes two,
steering each to a nameless surprise.

should one stop and turn back?
to delay the moment of an undue demise?

or will curiosity win?
proving that it is life’s one true prize.

Sirena