I Walk on Within the Unknown

The path ahead seems blurred,

Forks arise in all directions,

There I am, in the middle, unsure.
 

Should I turn,

Or keep heading straight.

I am in dire need of a compass,

Although I'm afraid that won't alleviate

Or even come close to demonstrate,

The path I must follow.
 

I, alone must make the decision

And no man,

Nor any instrument,

Can truly help me see my future,

For they have not seen my past.