Which way do you turn

Which way do you turn

With no one to guide you

How do you choose

One way or the other

When all of the doors

Look much the same

Some may differ in colour

Which may be a trick of the light

Or the wear of many hands

Leaving an impression

that might be a good one

If only there was an explanation

Of their intention

Written on an A4 card

Before being laminated

And hung by a string from the handle.

Are the fingerprints

From going out or coming in

Is the carpet worn from many footfalls

Or is it very old

Do you see cobwebs

Criss-crossing the doorframe

Does that make it the wrong choice

Along with the wildflowers

Poking out through the gap

Between the floor and the door.

Why do you worry

Is there time enough to think

Or too much to ponder

Before the chance is gone

There is never going to be

A sure thing

Indecision can bring the world

Down to its knees

Contemplation can change

Us all for good.

Where do you stand

When faced with a dilemma

Do you hesitate

To join the debate

Will you look for an answer

Move forward with caution

Put your hands up

To cover your eyes

Squint through your fingers

Or turn your back

Face the other way

And hope what you can’t see

Will simply disappear.