Not For Everyone

There is a path here ancient and old;
That many have tread on days ago.

And here I sit on a cold, mossy rock;
Deciding my way, my future, my plot.

I have followed some and others will follow me;
Choosing a lead whose end I cannot see.

Some have chosen the wide, flat road;
While other are brave, a trail to forge.

Now is the time for me to decide;
Which way is right, which way I abide.

For now I sit to think and to dream;
My next step will guide, give, and bring.