Crossroads

I am standing at a crossroads.
So many choices,
but I can only choose one.

If I go down the Eastern path,
I will only find chaos and destruction.
The clouds are black and dangerous down this path.
Is this the path I choose?

If I go down the Western path,
I will find paradise worth wanting.
Delicious foods, funny people and sunny skies.
Is this the path I choose?

If I go down the Northern path,
none know what I will find.
I can seek destiny.
I can be free.
I can fly above the leaves.
This path is a mystery to me.
Is this the path I choose?

I am no longer standing at a crossroads.
The path I have come upon is missing.
The Eastern and Western paths have disappeared.
Ahead of me lies one path.
It is the Northern path of mystery and wonder.
This is the path I choose.
I am not afraid.