Choices.

There’s a road now where there wasn’t one before
I’m stuck; I’ve to choose. Which way to go?
There’s the one I’m treading on, the one I’ve always known
And there’s the one that leaves and trees have parted and shown.
Halted by a surge of doubt, haunted by a bout of fear
Shall I take the one I was treading on or to the other one steer?