That Path

Sometimes we move ahead in time
Along a path which has some stopovers
Sometimes the pause is short yet deep
Sometimes it's just too quick to remember
And from an elevation where we climbed
When we look down below the taken path
A strange feeling arises
Was that the stop over, really?
Was it really myself?
Was it a reality?
Was it not a dream?
The path smiles knowingly
This too shall pass