So here we stand at a road sign.
A million directions to go,
Some only slightly different from each other,
Some opposite extremes.
Staring down at us are a thousand people,
Each screaming which way to go,
Which way is right?
To your left stand a row of people,
All taking the test too.
Who will still end up with you?
Who will go a completely different way?
You walk it through,
Try to block out the noise,
The confusion of the people screaming your name.
Looking around you notice the other people.
Some are running through the course,
like they know exactly where there are going.
Some have given up.
Others still are walking like you.
You try to stay true to yourself,
Making moral, social and relationship decisions.
You follow the paths and make your choices.
And in the end you stop,
And look around to see who else has made it with you.
Not many,
No one with you,
Only a few around you.
You bow your head and as the first tear falls,
You notice a change in the voices emotion.
You open your eyes to see the disturbance,
And there walks a girl.
Straight across the course,
Paying no attention to any road sign.
She walks up to you and slips her hand in yours.
In your ear she whispers,
"My road sign had only one direction."