The road

Death came knocking and I politely answered: What can I do for you today massa?
He isn't hospitable or very polite, but there is no deniability - he's omnipotant and rangeless in grasp.
Show me the way I said. Sure. The road is below your feet.

But why does it go in 3 different directions? Because you didn't say which road you wanted to take.
And there it was written, on that foggy day, where my life would go. I don't know if everyone else's life was decided on that day, but that is still where we stand today.
Death among us and arms raised to the sky in a futile attempt to escape.
Where is the next brick on my path laid?