A** path divided where I walked
Road and another split two separate ways
Less did my mind think, looking onward with a gaze
Traveled many miles, did I come this far to see
Is this the world's final laugh, getting the best of me?
Better to find my own separate way, leaving the roads behind
For I could not bare to think of a boring life, on predetermined lines
A life laid out by careful tending, life without any risk
Weary as I may be I set out to find my own path, treading softly, treading brisk  
Soul searching I would have to do, to find what I truly want from my path, venturing outside the norm.