Crossroads, three options, straight, left, and right,
Confusion kicks in, a GPS in your mind takes flight.
Considering all choices, lost in decision's riddle,
Each path leads somewhere, a mystery to kindle.
Every road doesn't promise joy on its swings,
Entirely anonymous, like secret passageways with hidden springs.
The choice is yours to brew,
Trust your instincts, or maybe mix a stew?
Take the path you fancy, the one that feels like a giggle.
Signs might play peek-a-boo on the way,
Strategize, decide, and choose a play,
Stay on course like a dance, not a serious jiggle.
And, hey, let's throw in God,
Allow the divine to do the rest, trust me, applaud,
Amazing grace will waltz you through, like a happy fiddle!
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