High School Is Next Year And I’m Totally Freaking Out

I am standing on a ledge
There are two paths ahead
I don't know how to know
Which one to choose.
Two lives are waiting for me
And I don't know
Where I'll be happy.
I know what sets them apart
And what binds them together
But I can't see what's farther ahead than a few feet 
A few months
Not the years I'll be spending on one
Only one.
It's hard to walk backwards
To jump the railing that divides these two walkways into the future.
Which one will be my future?
I lie awake panicking sometimes
But the ledge is not a comfortable place to panic.
Everyone else seems to be happy about their choice
At peace with the path they are walking.
Eventually I can't teeter on this ledge any longer.
I have to take a step forward 
I hope I'm stepping into the light
Making the right choice.
I don't know.