She wonders if this was always there way forward, into the unknown. She wonders if ever misstep, every mistake lead her to this path. She can feel them all trailing behind her, whispering regrets in the falling of leaves, hiding hopeless in the holes of dark trees. She has walked this far, head forward, not looking back. She has followed a path set only by hopes and dreams and a yearning for a better tomorrow than her dark yesterday. She doesn’t know if she wants to know what lays ahead. She wonders if perhaps it is best not knowing, to take the steps, not in fear but wonderment. Her life she realize wasn’t made with rear view mirrors.