a warm place

Two doors open,
Here I am wanting to ask questions
Its answers I already know,

Do I choose: enter this righteous path
        All for the greater good,
        All in the name of righteousness,
        Simply because I could?
With all its inherent traps,
With a blade that dabbles in the dark
With arms carrying a burden
        of responsibility---
A silent steward of hope,
Succeed or Fail, there is no distinction
The price at journey's end,
        Damnation itself,

That door may be a mirage
        for a thirsty man searching
        for a way in this desert,
Hope that the wind sweeps 'n erases,
Mindful that this be a delusion,
Desert devours everything into nothing,

Do I abandon that door?
Do I choose the other,
The mediocre safe path,
Abandon idealism and its road
        that leads to damnation itself,
Become a drone that hides
        in the fullness of day,
Waste this mind, this heart,
A fool that squanders it all for nothing!

Here I am wanting to ask questions,
Answers to which, I already know,
        be it real or mirage a door opens,
We walk through carrying
        on our back, shorts 'n shirts,
Damnation is a warm place isn't it?