I'll admit, there's a touch of purple prose here but I think there's a great allegory here. I like the idea of the Torch and map. The torch could be the road less traveled, the adventurous spirit. All the myriad chances we take in life. The map could represent the path well trod. Expectations, both our own and others. We can chart our own course, go off the map and tread where there be dragons..or follow the map. Greater chance of success? Perhaps, but maps sometimes lie. Paths change.

I think it needs a little reworking, but I think it would be worth it. It would make a great poem, or short story, if you decided you're not happy with how it is now. I like it, tho. And hey, for emo, at least it's not a 'oh woes me'.