The Woods

Walking through the forest,
On a small gravel road,
The trees so thick,
No light can penetrate.
Just one small beam,
Illuminates the path.
Impossible to tell,
What lies on either side.
The road ahead,
Looks grim and vague.
Step by step,
Inch by inch,
Wandering further into the thicket,
It's too late to turn back now.
Something catches the eye,
A ways up the lane.
As it draws nearer,
It appears to be,
A fork in the road,
Only two options to choose.
One leads right,
The other to the left.
What lies ahead,
On either side,
Cannot be seen.
The time is now,
Have to choose.
Each path is a loaded gun.
Completely unpredictable.
A quick game of einie meanie,
And the real journey now begins.
No one knows what comes next,
In this crazy game of life,
Lets just hope,
This path I took,
Isn't,
Like playing roulette with a shotgun.