Brett A. Reif

In circles I turned, never seeing the fork in the road, but more of a tree, with branches spanning out in all directions before me. Each path looked like a place I've already been; holding things I've already seen or tried. Frustrated, I spread the bushes between the paths closest to me and took my first step through the hedge. Struggling, I took a second and a third. Soon I found myself on the other side of the wall. The grass wasn't any greener than it was in the place I was once standing, but I found something new and I decided to run with it. This is my road less traveled. I create it with a pen and paper and in this world all is possible. So climb into a comfy chair, curl up in a warm blanket, and turn the first page of this book I call life...