By Jim Hagarty
Whenever a man is forced to decide
Between two different roads.
He can let his anxiety rule his brain
Until his head almost explodes.
He can explore every twist, every unruly turn
In each path he is thinking to choose
Till no matter which street he decides upon
It looks like he’s going to lose.
Or he can just close his eyes and pick
And then when his journey begins,
He’ll soon know if he’s made a big mistake.
He can back up and start over again.
“Oh, it’s never as simple as that,”
You say to me with a big frown.
“You need to be very careful, son,
“To choose the right road to go down.”
And yes there is some truth in your claim.
I’m not an impossible fool.
But every road is the wrong one
If you let your anxiety rule.
It is better to fall down now and then
And scrape the skin off your knee,
Than never to leave your safe dwelling
And know what it is to be free.
