At A Crossroads

It's hard to explain, but if you understand the title, you might know what this is about.

Oh why oh why did I give up on a dream, 

That wasn't to far away?

I was swayed and swayed to look the other way

I couldn't find a reason to stay.

So, I took my feet and slowly, painfully walked away.

In the back of my mind I always thought

What if I was there at the moment?

But when I explore my mind, I find that reminiscing on made up memories only makes me walk back to the dream I walked away from.

That walk back kills me, knowing that the odds are not in my favor

But I take it because the dream is tangible and

There's an inkling in the back of my head

That disturbs me while I'm in bed. It screams,

"Push on! Try again! How many more times must I divide you from your rest? When you already know your answer to this complicated test! You must try! You must fight! For if you don't, you will be haunted by me for the rest of your nights."

Though I want to listen, and I usually do

I am sent on a self-blinded, heartbroken path because although there is an inkling of hope

It always gets shut down.

And though my conscious, my intuition doesn't give up

This giver upper, me, myself, and I, does.