Asking for Directions

Where, oh where, does this road go?

We walk, job, run, skip, gallop

Frolic along this awkward path

But just where is it we're going?

Will the path forever be like this?

Or, maybe, just maybe, there'll be

A fork in the road!

Why am I eagerly awaiting said division?

Do I want it?

Do I?

Do I?

Do I?

I might

I might not

But will I know when the path splits?

Do I have to splice it myself?

If I do, then will I have the courage?

The words?

The honesty?

Or will I continue to fake it

So long that things change drastically

And I'm the only one left on the path?