Everything i see, starts to confuse,
Life is a journey, which track do i choose.
On the left, it has, an upward grade,
To the right, it's down, is that a fair trade.
And corners, OH, how many can there be,
Thicket and brush, conceal them from me.
Bridges, may just add to my plight,
Especially if i happen, to set them alight.
Why the high road, may have it's appeals,
Like making lots of money and cutting some deals.
The low road, doesn't seem so corrupt,
And you always have the chance, to claw your way up.