The Roads Not Taken

The clock hands spin in silent dance,
Inexorably playing twister.
With every turn the walls advance,
Obstructing paths, destroying vistas.

I am hemmed in by mural tricks.
My every choice forbids a hundred.
Decisions mutate into bricks
That indecision binds harder.

I do not dwell on past mistakes,
On choices made, or those forsaken.
But I'm the sum of future stakes --
Reduced by every road not taken.

The options narrow. I diminish. 
I walk along a tunnel.  Finish.

	5 May 2018