Free to Choose (Inspired by The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost)

Lost wandering in a golden wood,

two paths lie ahead,

and make that simple choice I would,

but alas: it's the very choice I dread.

For choice itself is like a fly,

a timid brush and it's no more,

but making one often feels as dry,

as lying upon a desert shore.

It freezes me, immobile,

fear strangles my voice,

renders me unable

to make that simple choice.

And no matter how hard I try,

no matter what I do,

no matter how loud I cry,

those paths still lie like new.

I start to think there's no way out

from this horrid, wretched place,

but as I put more and more faith in doubt,

i see the solution, face to face.

I just not let this choice engulf me,

I must not let it win,

for if I choose, I will be free,

like I was, and I can begin again.