Procrastination

I hear that once upon a time
A man came upon a path
That diverged in a yellow wood
And he took the one less traveled by

I find myself on a path of my own
But my woods are not yellow
But foggy and shrouded
In my own self-doubt and worry
So I cannot see the path ahead

I fear each step in front of me
Will be the one to lead me
To the bottom of a cliff
And so I settle upon the ground
And pretend I am somewhere else instead