Standing At a Crossroads

I'm standing at a crossroads Deciding where to go I have to pick the right one But how am I to know? I peer down all the pathways There isn't much in sight The straight one and the left one They look just like the right One thing is doubly certain I cannot turn around To travel where I came from That surely isn't sound I wonder which are winding And which are awful steep I wonder which are rocky Or fraught with chasms deep I wonder which are sunny Or which are filled with shade I wonder which are easy And which are poorly laid Decisions oft are tricky At times they cannot change Some roads go through the city While others hug the range At last I chose the forward The narrow one and straight Within my heart I realized That this one holds my fate I knew that in the distance Along this narrow way There'd be a golden city With room for me to stay