Crossroads

I'm at a crossroads,
And I need to decide,
Which path I will choose,
On this self propelled ride.

This crossroads has two,
Paths I can choose from,
One left, one right,
But which is the good one?

The left one says,
"Be a kid and have fun!"
But is that always the answer?
Or is it the other one?

The one on the right,
Says, "Grow up and move on!"
I know I should mature,
But it just feels wrong.

This crossroads is eating me,
And tearing up my mind,
The biggest problem is,
I'm running out of time.

I like the left,
Because I like acting young,
And the one on the right,
Seems a little high strung.

But then again,
I do need to mature,
But the road I will choose,
Is still unsure.

I will decide,
When the time comes,
But as for now,
I will choose neither one.

I will walk through the field,
That lays between the roads,
And I just when I need to,
To select the right mode.

I will be young and have fun,
But I will be mature when needed.
The choice will be made,
When this plan is defeated.