Three ways and only one of them is chosen
Three ways and only one of them is right
Three ways, I wish the other two were frozen
Three ways, which one to pick?
I wasn't born that bright.
Three ways, three paths, three narrow lanes
Which don't comply my major plans
Each way leads other destination
Each way is charming by itself
I try to calm and just be patient
Decide my future by myself
But
Eventually it even doesn't matter
When do I act, which way is better
Where do I go, from where I came
Since all those ways finish the same.