The crossroads of my life are cruel
          Which way shall I go;
            will I look like a fool?
          Is there away to know?

Where the path will lead me
           Beneath my footsteps below
             the dirt is soft, uneasy.
          No certainty... go slow?

Follow my instinct; yeah, right 
           Well, much worthy of thought.
           Only the future will tell,
            what choices have brought.

Once tread upon, my road is stone
            Hard to travel or to trust, 
              because
	I feel I am all alone.