Decisions

Four corners set each way, 
And I still sit in the box. 
The left could sin me, 
Right could win me, 
Front or back could block. 
I could become a famous tool, 
Or infamously triumph, 
So many ways that this could go, 
Yet I’ve still saved the bad stuff. 
Left could lead me to danger, 
Right could let me starve,
Rear one and two could half and half,
One knife or one cigar.
I don’t think I should waiver,
This life on a who knows,
Thus I may just be safer,
Sitting on my toes.
Four corners set each way,
And I still sit in the box.
I could choose,
But I have not.