The road of life has frequent forks.
At each divide a signpost points—
One direction inscribed “What will be,”
the other marked, “What might have been.”
A few steps into “what will be,”
I wonder “what might have been.”
I pause to think—
should I retrace my steps,
and go down a different path?
But time moves on,
the sign soon reads,
“Not to be”.

Whose to know which way is best?
The signs don’t give a clue.
So I ponder which way to go,
craning for a view.
I must decide and reach life’s goal,
whatever that may be.
“What ever happens I’ll choose my way.”
trusting what I can see.

Around a bend of “What will be,”
Foul brigands hid out of sight,
and robbed me of joy and life.
they’re too strong for me to fight.
I suffered greatly on “what will be.”
Oh, for “what might have been.”

Soon I worry at every juncture,
growing anguish at each choice—
Should I chance “what will be”
or follow “what might have been?”
I need a map, to show the way,
where each road will lead.
Except I don’t know where I’ve been,
or where I want to be.

Isaiah 48:17 NIV
This is what the LORD says— your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel: “I am the LORD your God, who teaches you what is best for you, who directs you in the way you should go.