The Road Taken (The Road Most Traveled)

by Jayce O’Neal

3-18-04, 2004 (c)

Is this the best thing to do?

Is there where I should be?

A million choices to sort through

Mountains of decisions blind me

If I choose this, what will it mean?

Options mount, but what, when, and where?

So many variables that can’t be foreseen

Discombobulated, am I here or there?

Playing it safe may not be grand

But taking a risk leaves too much unclear

I’ve sentenced my life to an unliving bland

I foolishly say, maybe next year

Immobilized to move because I do fear

The unknown, the hidden, anything I can’t see

So instead I stay frozen-keeping fear so near

Subscribing my life to mediocrity