It runs mostly straight when first seen
With an unknown end obscured.
At first it is clear that a choice must be made
Either to join the living again
Or to go with open access into the dead.
The longer the stay upon the road
The less desire there is to leave it
As it's a place where both worlds can be seen at the same time
Not the details of both worlds
Other than the memories of the living
But the abstract knowledge
That there is the dead on that side
And there is the living on that side
Curiosity pulls and suggests there is more road up ahead.
Why leave it?
But the length of stay is often not determined by the viewer
And movement along it cannot stop.
When no choice is made either way
When the viewer dwells too long upon that path
It becomes more difficult to travel upon.
There's bogs of discouragement
That which would entangle the viewer
And restrain the exit even when a choice is made for life.
For unknown to the viewer,
The longer the time spent on that road,
The heavier the pull toward death;
And if not exited from
By way of a choice for life
And often
There comes a time when forces beyond the viewers control
Can come and take the viewer to death.
So when you chance upon that road
And those who love life will do so more often
Decide immediately to leave and return
To the land of the living and life.
Know that although this road is a gift
A last chance to make a decision for life
A decision not made will default in death
If the stay on that road takes too long.