and the path ended but the journey began

there were two roads
one turning left and
the other ending in a bush,
after a while,
i did not want to decide
if the road should make a difference
to the journey
the leaves dried and fallen on the ground
near the bush
drew me closer
and the path ended but the journey began
this time, i will not
let the entropy of my inner self
resolve
how far will i sow the seeds of flowery shrubs
i will just walk, and whenever the
careless aroma
arrests my will
i will stop
and smile
laugh and
then let the wrinkles on my forehead erode