Poetry of thought

.Sign.

On the road you need directions,
The signs that lead the way.
To see them, you just look.
Like you would any day.

Each path is somewhere new,
The directions would suffice,
But I have my destination;
I will not take their advice.

My three companions cheer me,
Perhaps not than you would know.
But an almost stranger to be picked up?
How could I dare say no?