Which Path To Take Poem by Micron Jan

Two paths open in front of me,
quiet and unmoving.
Neither explains what it will cost,
only that choosing matters.

One feels familiar, shaped by who I've been.
The other is unmarked,
asking for a version of me
I haven't met yet.

I stand between them,
aware that not choosing
is also a choice,
and time will keep walking either way.

Which way will life take me?
I don't know.
I only know that whichever path I step onto
will become mine by walking it.