Doors and Paths
It seems everyday I open a door
Behind it is one that looks identical
to before
Behind it is another that is the same
After time and time again
it gets really lame
Now I open a door and there is something different
I don’t know if it is good or bad
Two paths; a fork in the road if you will
One leads to the future and the other might kill
Who I am and what I do
I have to ask myself do I know you
This is of course in reference to me
I wish that I did not have this uncertainty.
I strain my eyes looking down each path
Triangulating the distance; yes I did the math
Trying to find what is at the end of the road
Looking in search of a place I can call home
Staring the answer straight in the eye
I realize that I must be blind.
The answer isn’t waiting for me at the end
It’s not like I can see it because the road bends
The truth is that the walk down the path is the answer
Only the knowledge gained through it is the master.
Looking from left to right I sit, I stay, I cry
Out in laughter due to how uncomfortable it makes me
I don’t know the answer or which way to go is right for me
Perhaps both are the key
I just don’t like the uncertainty
Which one will break my bonds and let me free?
For once a grave decision I must decide
Nobody else can influence me, on my future this does ride