Choices, Choices, Choices

Sometimes I wonder if I missed my calling,
let the phone ring too many times expecting the machine to pick up.
I think 'maybe the person got the wrong number.'
Or is it that am I afraid of who may be on the other line?
Taking the road less travelled by and all that is a tricky thing.
Not everyone wants to know the reason no one chose it.
Could be the path wasn't worth the trip
Hmm, or maybe some just aren't equipped to travel the same route.
Can you blame me for being a little cautious?
I've made my way down plenty of deadends,
even lost a few people who picked the way I knew wasn't for me.
Take the wrong bus and it might take you everywhere but where you want to go.
All this makes perfect sense but...
Is just standing here in fear of making a bad decision the right choice?
Isn't that a choice in it self, usually the wrong choice?
Am I not making myself an easy target for all against me?
So afraid of choosing that I open myself up for the choice to be made for me.
No, that can't be right.
If I make a mistake at least I can go back and try a differen path,
but if I don't move there's no where to go back to.
Think too much, do too little.
Gotta start somewhere, why not the beginning?
Time is a wastin' and clock is a tickin'
It's time for me to choose.