getting on the road

what choices we have don't amount to fate
life's paths are many but few lead to ease
so lead to hells that either burn or freeze
while others halt at a locked high gate
and some are not built to carry any freight
some with great promises entice and tease
while others only masochists could please
too many options merely rub and grate
you'll find your road by both luck and work
you've got the boots and the prepared mind
for a long journey of both joy and strife
i know your soul you are not one to shirk
you'll not be daunted by the things you find
but know that there are no rehearsals for life