Cool with Standing

I'm cool with standing here,

In the narrow path as I wait,

For the sign that I was looking for,

Yet this cross roads is not my favourite,

Others seem to directly pick a path,

Rarely on the narrow road,

I glance at both and truly reflect,

On why a simple thing,

Makes my heart flutter,

I'm here now and think of ideas,

To make the wait my easiest one,

But does that truly translate to the journey?

I feel like I am always on the offense,

Fighting and laughing all the way in.