There was a choice in the road up ahead,
should I go right, or should I go left?
Night had come on, and it was hard to see,
what with the rain, the way oncoming cars
light up every raindrop, magnifying the blinding rush
of brightness, making it even harder to see.
Will you follow me, was that a question or a command?
It doesn’t pay to dream in the middle of a storm,
losing track of the way, while you’re thinking about
what might be waiting tomorrow and tomorrow,
for the rest of your life, miss an exit, unthinking,
there’s no knowing how long you’ll be stuck
traveling farther from your way, this storm dream night,
you went left, and I went right.