Cross Roads

I'm standing in the middle of the cross-roads in my mind. You look North, you'll see the morning sun of a red dawn. You look East, you'll see the ocean crashing and reshaping the shore line. You look West, you'll see the clouds meeting with the earth on the plans of destruction. You look South, you'll see the moon, and its friends of stars as vast as they are discussing eons of stories they've seen over the years. Which road do I take? Where will I end up? What will the outcome be? There is no one there to judge or criticize you. You have the power, for in this state of mind you are alone. Will you walk until you reach the sun? Will you reshape the shore with the ocean? Will you destroy the earth with the clouds as planned? Will you talk with the moon and the stars as free as they are? Standing in the middle of the cross-roads in my mind, I have a choice. WHAT ROAD WILL I TAKE?