I walked pass the oak trees symmetrically lined at both ends of the road.
The road hasn’t changed much, just the trees have grown more branches.
It was the same route I walked on my way out, and going back wasn’t difficult.
At the middle of the road is a twin oak tree, whose branches have created a shed.
I sat there for a while, just like I did the first time I walked the road.
But the feeling was different; I didn’t feel like going back in.
Going back in time is like watching a dead football match;
No tension, no dilemma, and you obviously know what the outcome is.
I spent half of the day sitting under the twin oak tree with an ironic sense of calm… thinking.
As I reached where I was not supposed to be, I hoped that I don’t stay there for long.
I didn’t like the space, but I was in no hurry to return… just like I feared.
It was night fall by this time, and I was returning; done with what I wasn’t supposed to do.
The road’s visibility by this time was poor; and the chirping sounds of birds wasn’t any helpful.
The road had become longer than it was, or so it seemed, or so my tensed legs felt.
But I managed to walk on at varying strides, and when I got to the twin oak tree… I ran.
In the Labyrinth of reincarnation, it is good to be born again, but not through the front bottom.