Two Paths

There are two paths before me One on my left and one on my right Before I decide to choose the one I must stop and look behind One path I know for sure It’s safe, comfortable and secure But also a little sad For the path has been taken so many times Like most, it has cracks and chips. Its stones are uneven and hard to avoid But it’s so familiar how I can not take it Or it could be a path I will soon regret. The other path I don’t know what it’s like It’s scary, lonely, and unpredictable But I feel at peace looking at this path And something strong is pulling at me fast. There are two paths before me I can only take one One on my left or one on my right Which one should I tread?