Time for another poem; a little bit different to Office tick-tock

Mid-life Crisis

I could go back the way I've come.
To the life I know.
To choices made so long ago,
But right now my limbs feel numb.

I could stand tall and march on
To who I used to be.
Seek out the spirit that dwells in me.
Buried deep but not yet gone.

I could venture to just anywhere,
To a place I do not know.
Risk it all to go with the flow
But really, do I dare?

I could descend the slippery slope
To a dark place that I know.
It's a place I do not want to go
But I am near to losing hope.
 
The place to go?
I think I know.
I could.
I should.