The road stretched out in front of me. Not so much inviting me to follow its path, but teasing me that it was the easy way. Taunting that I was too scared to pull off into the grass, break through the fence and cut my own path.
The road knew more about me than I liked. It knew when I wanted to go left or right, and let me. It knew when I needed to go further, and stretched out the distance. It knew when I wanted to stop, and gave me a spot to rest.
But it was wrong in the end, I wasn't scared. I follow the easy path for my own reasons. To get what I need. To conserve energy. To bide my time.
I can turn off, go through the grass, and knock down that fence... Any time I want.