I walk down the long and winding road
Such beautiful views to see
Until I reach a fork in the path
The choice is up to me.
To follow the hopes and dreams and fear
Of not achieving what could be
Or to risk it all and be able to say
At least I came home safely.
The decision, it rests on who I am
At this single moment in my life
The me of darkness, full of pain
The lacklustre me full of strife.
Which path to choose, new hope could there be
Down the path invitingly green
“Take a chance and you’ll see your right to be free”
It calls so temptingly.
To go left or go right
My feet remain still
I’m floored, I’m stuck
There’s no free will.