Analysis of Back to the Crossroad

From my first scream I walked the road
With one, two, or more persons bearing my load,
Tickling me to smile and soothing me when I cried
And I knew not how darkness differs from light
Till when the clouds above became a gloom
And the earth beneath like a milling machine
Shook the knees of them that carried my load,
Forcing them to cast the load upon my head
After which they left me behind the walls of care.
And behold, the road diverged into two dissimilar roads:
One going to the left and another to the right
And sorry to me, I could not walk both of them
But to choose one, and that on the left later on I chose
For it was well adorned with gold, and its travelers in joy
Unlike the other from which the calm oozing voice came
Promising the sweetest things at the end of the road
But how could I leave behind that which was at hand
Running after the promises of the voice of the invisible source
And walk the road that seemed slippery and grievous?

O but now I see I was deceived:

For the gold I saw was but dust in guise
People's teeth clenched in pain seemed like signs of joy;
The road stinks with rotten walking carcasses
Hit sorely by the ground beneath their bleeding feet
And by the scorching sun above their bony heads.
Shall I not go back to the crossroad for the right decision?
For I hear the voice still calling me back out of this delusion
Oh, let me turn to the heeding of the distant call
For by the helping power of the one calling me
I'll overcome and victory shall be my portion.