A road to poetry

Own route(poem)

I think I have forgotten who I am,
where I am,
I am walking a route that I have yet to understand,
or see,
This route is long and wide,
filled with many good but dangerous things,
those who try these dangerous things become lost,
some are found and others aren't,

We walk our own route,
we decide our own fate,
we decide without knowing what the future holds