First recorded:
7-14-95

The Future of a Man
 By Clay Busker

I look into the future, and what do I see?
     Two paths that have been chosen for me.

I see one path filled with hardship and pain
     What have I to gain?

I see the other path, filled with pleasures and life
     What?  I see no strife.

But which path is true?  Which earns life, which death?
     Who has gone before?  They know much more.

My friend chose the second.

He came back-
     -and spat at me.

Why?  Why has he turned from me?
     My friend, my friend, have I forsaken thee?

He simply turns and says,
     "You are no longer with me"

"Go away,
     or you will never see another day"

My enemy comes back,
     gives me a pat on the back

He says, "Come with me, my friend,
     I will help you to the end"

I see the fork.
     I see a lot of work.

Do I choose the path of my friend,
     which seems to be a dead end?

Or do I risk my life
     deserting what's nice?

Does the path of strife turn into fellowship and life?
     Does the path of life fall like a knife?

I stand at a fork.
     Time to start walking.