I Mark The Road Before You

I mark the road before you, As I do every day. I'm sure you've never noticed My signs along the way. But still, I'll leave them scattered, In hopes that you might see; Someone has an interest, In whom you seem to be. The signs are just reflections, Though altered from the start; By timid conversations, And then a broken heart. They make no point of order Against your chosen life. Nor seek to pull you over To be a captured wife. They only seek to guide you To places you've not been. To places not considered; Rejected, way back then. So as I go before you, I still must look around. To see if you have followed The others that I've found. I guess that all considered, I'll have to mark them too; So you won't see these others, The ones you shouldn't do. Though only my reflections, Mine can't lead you astray. I'll mark the road before you, Until my dying day.