A "T" in the Maze

Perched precariously on the see-saw of eternity,
I am suspended by another choice.
Two fellows stand at either end,
Arms stretched out to receive me.
A step towards one is a familiarly slippery path,
Worn to smoothness from repeated choice.
A stop towards the other is harder,
But cleaner and, somehow, truer.
I dare not tarry here much longer,
For then a slip would be unavoidable
And choice would disappear.
The smooth path is a slide,
As wide as it is steep.
The rough path is a balance-beam,
But redemption lies in the struggle.
I am perched precariously on the see-saw of eternity,
Torn with the struggle of another choice.

Based on 2 Timothy 3:16-17.