Choose A Pathway Poem by Peter Strugnell

You walk down a lonely corridor,
window behind shadows on the floor,
the brass door latches shining bright,
doors to the left of you and doors to the right,
some closed, some bolted and others ajar
some lead nowhere, some will take you far.

What's your destiny, which door to choose?
a simple twist of fate, and you win or you loose,
your thoughts echo, down the empty landing,
a decision to be made, right where you're standing,
but these doorways, they all look the same,
you feel like laughing, but this is no game.

Just ask anyone, who wants to tell,
I'm not one who, can make decisions well,
some choices may, lead you to trouble,
but no one can live, in a protective a bubble,
people and circumstances, may force your choice,
but don't let anyone, steal your voice.

so many options, just add to the confusion,
hidden behind is joy, happiness or disillusion,
but what is essential, is to have your say,
make a decision, choose your own pathway
and these doorways, they all look the same,
there are dreams to be made, and lions to tame.