Poem 20- The Fork In The Road

I see it there at the bottom of the hill, the fork in the road. 

Into the woods and uncertainty both paths lead, from the fork in the road.

The path I want might not be the best one for me, at the fork in the road. 

I look for clues but none can be found, near the fork in the road.

The day is passing and my time grows short, at the fork in the road.

I have made my decision and chosen my path, past the fork in the road.