My Path is Up to Me

I walk along a shaded path
At times the beauty shines
And other times the path is dark
And almost seems to bleak
I’m coming to a crossroads soon
A place where the path splits
Ad in my mind I see the path
That follows from each choice

In one direction I will find
All my good dreams come true
The sun shines bright
The birds sing out
And colors ring more true
Down the second path I find
The same is not quite true
Although there still is beauty
The birds don’t sing as loud
The colors are a little dulled
The sun not quite as bright

So which road will I travel on
The choice is up to me
But the choice is not so simple
As it may seem to be
Somewhere behind me on the path
There is a power there
That pushes me to make a choice
To go the second path

Since the day I passed the point
Where lurks that hidden power
I knew one day it would hold me back
From where I wished to be
So now I push against that power
I try to test it’s strength
And as I push against it
My own strength seems to grow

As so as I grow closer
To that fork that lies ahead
That push it loses power
And I learn to lift my head
And look towards that first path
For I strive to overcome the push
Towards the second one

My hope is getting stronger
With each step I take ahead
That when I reach the point at which
Diverging roads I find
I’ll turn and take the first path
Where the sunshine calls my name
Where birds sing out and colors glow
Where all good dreams come true

Source: This is a fun story, I wrote this poem while working at Walmart mostly while I was on the self-checkout registers. I was bored and was just thinking and this poem started to take form, so I wrote it on some extra receipt tape paper.