Paths

A poem I wrote in high school about not knowing what I wanted to do with my life and being afraid of ending up in a job/career that I didn't love and being unable to change my mind.

In our world we travel from South to North

Along a chosen path, curving or straight
I’ve crossed across many in jest, or the
Fact that I have been quite lost as of late

I’ve seen paths of stone and cobble and dirt
But I’ve failed to form one single preference
I cannot walk down one, despite my hurt
My pain is less than my fear of a fence

Though myth or truth I do not know, I’ve heard
Down the road a fence locks you right inside
Your chosen path, be it true or absurd
So I keep myself to the woods and hide

May I walk a path North before I croak
Even if my compass is nearly broke