There are too many paths
Too many choices
Yet you expect me to choose
Not a single one
Stands out among the rest
Not one
Is just for me
Should I take the path less traveled by?
Or the one that everyone follows?
Should I follow the winding road that meanders for miles?
Or the road that stops short of nowhere? 
How should I know?
You cannot expect me to know where these paths will take me
For I can only see right in front of me
I know that someday
I will be forced to choose
And my destination will become clear
But that someday
Is not today
So how
Do you expect me to choose?
For I can only see right in front of me