I stand before a fork in the road,
Two winding roads I see,
Treading down the unknown paths,
Just one would set me free,
From paralysis by analysis,
From the fear of missing out,
Of seeing clearly,
through the clouds of fear and self doubt.
A simple answer is all I need,
To create the sort of world to see,
A simple choice,
its up to me to create my own reality.
But this choice is just an illusion,
The two roads are just a delusion,
The Path is set,
The Fates are met.
And the road not taken was simply a test,
The road not taken were lessons at best.
Now I stand before the juncture to see,
An open road: so wild, so free;
Full of