Born to be a Martyr

I was wondering today, why don't I ever take the easier road? The "for sure" road with its well-paying job and two kids by 26. Maybe it's destiny... do I believe? In either road that is. Maybe I am the only one on a road. Everyone else is in a boat and they don't follow white and yellow lines and they don't worry about where the grass starts and stops growing. Could I sing Tchaikowsky on the sea?