With every turn

I see the path lain out in front of me.
Yet to walk I do not know.

I think in my mind that this is the best way,
but ponder the outcomes of my choices.

So many different thoughts occur,
on the lenthy walk of life.

Problems thrown at me from all directions.
Yet I run from many unsolved.

At one point I fear, that I will be cut off.
For I may come to a dead end street.

So I walk,
and I  think.
Of what is to come,
With my next turn.