Which Road Poem by Mick Law

I sometimes see things so clear that I know the route and see the journeys end in high definition, multi pixilated colour and my mind is soothed and focussed
I sometimes see a murky world and lose my way in swampy, scary places where a thousand hidden roads spring up and make me choose a way so full of 'could be' dread and emptiness.
And once I chose a road where God was there to help me place my feet and move on forward to his promised land. The choice futile
The God I found was in my mind a chemical god of feeling good endorphins with no reality, all primeval need. I left that road and chose a wider course.
I sometimes get so tired that I abandon all roads and sit at pavement edge with head in hands and empty head staying still for fear of progress.