What does one do when faced with two paths?
Both paths appear pleasant and good,
but what do you do when you can’t decide?
Taking one path would inevitably leave me wondering…
...what would have happened if I took the other path?

So often I find myself not going down any path.
No matter how beautiful the rose lined path may be,
I can’t see more than a few feet ahead of me.
It is so much easier to sit where I am,
but sitting where I am is boring and dull…

And the paths that lay before me are beautiful and bright.
I wish I could just choose one and be on my merry way,
but instead I sit here, staring at the fork in the road.
Do I go the way I know, no matter how turbulent,
or do I go the way that’s new and completely uncharted?

I don’t know how to choose the path,
both are beautiful…

...and I am not.