No clear way out

And then there are the days 

When the forest of choices seems impenetrable, 

And the only one that stands out 

Is clearly a dead end. 

With no clear way forward, 

And no desire to return, 

It may be time to stop and breathe;

 To breathe and breathe again until 

The drive that presses forward subsides, 

And you can relax and look around you; 

Consider all the options that await you, 

 If only you are willing 

To contemplate a shift in direction.