As I’m placed upon life’s highway, two directions I can go;
To the right is life above me, to the left is death below.
Oh so crowded is life’s highway, people rushing with the flow,
To the left the mass is headed, should I follow, should I go?

 I can see the signs before me, but they see them just the same.
If I take the right direction, they’ll all laugh and bring me shame.
If I go in that direction, in each face I’ll have to look.
They were sure theirs was the right way, so the other way forsook.

 Indecision came upon me, though I’d seen the signs so clear,
As I got my eyes upon them, many voices I did hear.
Now confusion comes upon me, but of its presence I’m unaware,
For I’d put my eyes on people, and sense of direction stopped right there.

 Once confusion set upon me, I’m its captive, now its slave.
For I heeded not the sign post, neither let my feet be brave.
Now I feel my body moving, being pushed along by the crowd,
And I have no might within me, no strength to even speak aloud.

 That dark enemy of hesitation held me back there in its grip,
While I lingered, while I waited, from me choice and power did slip.
Now I’m drifting, aimless drifting, going down life’s wrong highway.
Don’t know exactly where I’m heading, living life from day to day.

 I thought that I must take their road. Oh, where did I get that notion?
For truth received and not acted on, automatically sets death in motion.
As I’m placed upon life’s highway, two directions can I go.
To the right is life above, to the left is death below.