Here I was at a crossroads,

Four directions to move towards,

But four directions I wanted to move back from,

Should I?

Shall I?

I had dreams back black clouds loomed over them,

Failure seemed to be advancing towards me,

Like a bull,

I held the red rag,

I stood in my own way,

I was bringing myself down,

I had to try to move out of the way of the angry bull,

Charging down where I stood,

So I chose an option at the crossroads,

So I could live,

Survive,

But most importantly just so I could try.