Catharsis, cathedral, catheter

Am I coming full-circle?
Returning to a place I've been before.
A crossroad, of metaphor.

One path tangled,
Hard to travel.
The horizon is hidden,
Confusing and disorienting.

The other a clear road,
With it's end ever in sight,
Each step brings you closer,
To this glorious light

Focus on the destination,
Or enjoy the journey

Eye on the prize?
The cake is a lie.

*wink* *wink*

now, you see,
I just closed my left eye

So is this a place, that I have been before
Did I close a window, and open the door?
Will I fly like an eagle, or crawl on the floor?
Do I have any choice, or is it fate, nothing more?