Roads

Im on a road.
I come to a stop.
I think and think until i drop.
I have two roads that i have to pick.
My thoughts are confused.
I feel like a brick.
If i pick one road i might do wrong.
Pick the other i still stay strong.
Im at a dead end trying to think.
Im so confused i cant even blink.
I start to panick i might do bad.
I have to make up my mind im getting mad.
I finnaly choose...
I pick number two.
I smell a strange smell its smells like stew.
I stop in a grassland looking and a pot.
Should i drink it or not?
I take a handfull put it in my mouth.
I feel sick, Headin' back south.
I take the other route, I want to stay strong.
Number two is a place i dont belong.
I walk through the path looking at my feet.
Ive realized my quest is complete.