Poetry of sorts

Paths cross

Lately,
I'm stuck.

I'm quickly running, out of luck.

Lately I try to figure out,
what I feel and doubt.

But, I can't decide.
My decisions are all over,
as I try to walk without a guide.
Asking for nothing but a ride.

I'm walking on a dirt trail,
I can't walk away,
I can't bail.

I have multiple paths,
I could choose.
One path can lead me to wrath,
while the other falls into a pit.
It's all one big fit.

I just don't know what to do.

I wish a new path split through.
A path I could walk across,
head held high.
No regrets,
as I reach for the sky.