Rubicon Crossing

I trudged to levy height, stood upon the soggy ground with serious intentions that an answer would be found To the river's rapidly flowing current, I confided my woes of troubling things that had me in the doldrums of lows Haunting problems, compelling me to leave and move on Leading me to this river as if I were crossing the Rubicon It's not my nature to feel caught between stay or take flight but in desperation I stood, entreating the river of my plight Willows on the bank, limbs swaying in the wind, listening— weeping for my addled mind? In moonlight, tears glistening? Do they whisper to the river what they'd suggest to me? If I cross the bridge, then burned behind me it shall always be My fate lies not on the telling of tree leaves or a river's flow Two options I discern— should I cross the Rubicon and go? Should I submit my heart and soul to the dreams of another and live with wondering, "What if..." Only to die smothered? It's the moment of truth — a decision too long have I delayed Perhaps into the roiling river current, my steps should wade By doing so, I'd avoid making the wrong choice of tribulations having no need for explanations for my grievous lamentations