A Path Not Taken Is Still A Path

Here I am at the sign
Which way to go
What did that old man say
Down the road?

Here I am at the path
But I now see
How it splits
Just like he mentioned

Here I am at the choice
But which way to go
I could never choose
The old man only laughed

Here I am at the end
Of my wits
Feeling torn
The old man couldn't help me with that

Here I am stalling again
I wish at least
The wind would push me
He said that the air stays still here

Here I am waiting
For my heart
Or my brain to decide
But they are fighting again

Here I am and I wonder
If I will die here
Right on the spot
From all this anxiety

Here I am hoping for
A sign that reads
This is the right way
So don't look back

Here I am wondering
If I could ever go back
To a much simpler time
Where there are no forks

Here I am analyzing
Between right and left
Between yes and no
Between these two roads