I have a choice to make
But I’m not sure how to decide
I can either follow what I love
Or listen to my mind
One choice is buried in the books
With no more late night cries
Padded with prestigious promises
No one can say it isn’t wise
Even though it would be rigorous,
And require wit and deft
It’s not nearly as difficult
As the path that’s to my left
It’s not, as they say, “The road less traveled”
For many tread it now
I long to follow in their footsteps,
But part of me doesn’t know how
I have a choice to make
But I’m not sure how to decide
It’s not as simple as yes or no,
Neither is wrong or right
Then again, I guess, one path is wrong
Though it doesn’t seem to be
Because the path that I’m sure
I’ll eventually endure
