Crossroads

I face today the end of a dusty road that splits in ten
My walk was long but spent in idle thought
I came here with baggage of uncertainty
The litter I left on the path was my resolution
Time spent on roads not chosen is strange
Fog clouds judgement, even if the berries are sweet
We start the road guided by our hunger and lust
At the end we know not what satiety is
Shall I be generous and advise the reader?
Perhaps I have very little to say save what has been said already
The mirror of retrospection bears clear lessons
But walk is not so rustic or effortless
So I must take my leave with these words
Enjoy the berries but don't let the fog cloud your mind