The Road I left behind

I found two ways within the mist, One well-known, the other missed. One was straight and full of cheer, The other twisted, lone, unclear. I chose the path where others tread, No fears to face, no doubts to dread. But as I walked, the noise grew loud, A restless heart within me vowed. The silent path still called my name, A whisper soft, yet just the same. "What if you'd listened? What if you'd tried?" Not just with eyes, but deep inside. The road I chose feels incomplete, A dream half-lived, a fate not sweet. But breath and heart still light my way, Perhaps that path still calls me today.