The rest of my life:

A long and winding road yet untraveled.

No signs, no warnings, but the still silence of new asphalt.

If it curves, I'll take it.

If I swerve, I'll make it.

This road is tricky, dangerous, misleading,

But the yellow lines mark my path.

I'll stay true,

Follow through;

I'm going to make it, whatever I do.

This road is unfamiliar, but I'm sure to see great places.

I am destined to ride, to seek, to arrive.

It may get rocky, and I may get lost along the way,

 But I have a lot to look forward to,

And I refuse to look back.