Walking Down

Walking down the path of life,
not knowing where to turn.
Looking for the right road -
the one leading to the fulfillment of my dreams.
I'm searching for clues to tell me I'm on the right path,
but here I stand still second-guessing myself.
God sent me a sign - or did he?
I want to believe he did,
but I could just be fooling myself again.
A thousand paths in front of me,
but really only watching two.
Sitting at these crossroads, wondering what to do.
Tonight I'll light my candle,
stare down each road in turn,
and wonder -
what does each hold for me?
If I start down that path, will I make it all the way?
Or will the bridge falter once I'm halfway across.
I want to believe, I want to try,
but yet rational thought pulls me away.
Maybe tomorrow, again,
I'll take another look at the break of day.