I’ve always made my own path

It has just been my way.

Whenever thoughts of routine appear

I manage to run away.

Now I’ve come to a crossroad

I don’t know which way to go.

With all the questions in my head

Should I go fast, or slow?

Walk away from this today

I’ll never know the end.

Not knowing if I’ll break

If I manage to ever bend.

Which way do I go now?

Do I take the path that defines me

Or walk the one I choose?

Stand here indecision

Which one will make me lose?

Right, and I have to believe

Something maybe I never would.

Left and I go my normal way

Leaving this, where I stood.

The point of indecision

Path of least resistance.

One defines my yesterday

The other, my existence.