The Choice Is My Lane

 The lanes of life are deceiving
Yet only one can be a guide
To my left there's nothing,just space
But to my right I see two roads
They draw you in like werewolves,on a full moon
I start walking to the enchanting lanes
It's so beautiful yet I question both lanes
An when I stop I look at the halo like lane
It has an aura so magnificent it shocks me
But then I see the glowing pink light
An I think how I have these two helpful roads
When I suddenly see behind the pink glow darkness
Why,why would such a pretty lane have darkness to it
As I realize what it means I step away and take a stand
All I think is " my life my lane " and then a mist appears
This mist morphs into a long shadow in the shape of myself
At last I see and say again " my life my lane "
I step to the mist and embrace the road to my destiny