Walking down the road as a young adult;
I came upon a fork;
It was due to my own consequences and at that time;
their current result.
In what I saw then as my greatest temult;
Two Roads each going a different way but the same predestined destination.
If I could have only seen back then on that day in that current situation.
Two roads, one of following my faith;
Another following worldy desires I must confide.
One road leads away broad and wide;
Another leads away;
Narrower and less traveled and dark.
Which way shall I go?
Should I follow good or the evils of this world that my youth heart felt so tempted to go crazy and embark.

As I pondered each road laid before me.
The wide road well traveled looked so appealing.
Tempting in every way and every way painfully deceiving.
Is that the walk of worldy pleasures and gains I see;
The darkness of drugs;
The women and passions there of;
Far down that broad road;
they were calling succulently;
Heartening to the sin inside me.
The other road seems to be the way of submission to a power high then my own;
One that takes to long and at that time I felt I was wiser and had overgrown.
Appearing less traveled and dark and gloomy.
Such is the choice I pondered when I was eighteen,
so many years ago;
If my eyes weren't blinded;
I would have seen.
The choice I made led me...