Left or Right

When I have a choice or left or right,
Someone makes that choice for me.
They usually pick the right one,
Or, most of the time, they pick the easiest for them,
Or the one that they normally take.
Yet, there I was, walking down that dirt path, and it split.
No one was around for miles.
I had dreamed of this moment,
And that I'd take the right choice.
But I just sat there, figuring it out,
And another path slowly evolved.
Soon, I was surrounded in a circle of paths,
The original two still in front.
It all confused me,
So I turned around, and went home.