My Crossroads

there's a place in the road in front of me
with two different paths to choose
none more right or wrong than the other
how do i know which will win or lose?
going one means options unknown
but the other means the same?
how can they be so different
yet alike in so many ways?
standing at this place in my travels
i look over my shoulder to see
how many more choices been offered to me
there is no clear view back
the forks block some of the view
showing me choices are made daily
and this is not different too.

By Channon Lang
copyright 1999