OctPoWriMo #7 – The Traveller (poem)

The traveller stood and stared
At the junction of the road.
One path was less travelled –
Was that the way to go?

It was covered with thick brambles,
Dense and dark as night.
Who knew what was lurking there,
Hidden, out of sight?

The traveller stood and stared
At the junction of the track.
Then skipped along the travelled path.

And never looked back.