I find myself yet again at a fork in the road.
Both paths lead to a future untold.
Which leads to my new abode?
Which one will leave me dark and cold?
Which one leads to a pot of gold?
I must decide if I am to hold,
Or allow myself to be cajoled?
One bend might lighten my load.
The other might find me in a chokehold.
It is time to remove my blindfold.
These things cannot be loopholed,
I am embracing the new and throwing out the old.
The past is sold.
I am ready to roll!