I see two paths before me,
Two paths, though
I can choose but one
On which to plant my feet
And follow;
Each is enticing
And, at least here
At the beginning,
Remarkably similar,
And no matter which
I choose
There will be trials
And there will be triumphs
So I ask myself
What is it
That I hope to find
At the end?
The answer
Is no answer
And I cry out
In my frustration.
How can I choose
When I don't know
What it is
That I want?