Alice in Chains

I found myself in the wood, my path had ended and there I stood. Before me there lay two separate ways. To the left I saw the life I loved, one I wanted to have but could not live with if I did. The second road ran round the wood and in it I saw the live I wanted to live, yet could not have. I look at the choices before my feet and feel the force of fate's long call. To which path will I soon meet, I do not yet rightly know at all. But what I do know is that on one path I cannot go for although I love it so, return of that love can never grow. The other path I see holds a special uncertainty, and a long dry wait for me. And though this rhyme has no justice for its time, its truth goes beyond the work I must give.

One more strike the umpire says, one more to go before I'm dead.

I can not, if you could would you?

I feel that in the next couple days the explanations to come will make all of this sensible rather than as senseless as they sound. Though two paths exist, and both could be taken, I do not believe in both.