Both equally bright, both equally inviting
I ponder which one to tap
And see what angels or demons greet me at its dawn
Often I had left choice to the Fates
But now, as I stand in a seemingly endless dark,
. . .I know now that that this decision is in my hands
And that I can't simply press this issue onto another as I always have done
I must do this myself, on my own
While caught between two gates
Knowing little of what lies before me beyond the threshold
If only I could look to the past for guidance in my future
This confusing situation will only end when,
After whimpering in quiet despondency
A plea to whatever god is out there,
I choose the door that will lead to my eternity.
So which to choose?