Sometimes, the obvious answer is there.

And with quite a high percentage of certainty I could just say it's correct.

But why am I refusing to believe? Why do I persist that the answer is wrong? Why am I accepting the smaller percentage instead of the larger one?

People say this kind of feeling arises from intuition. That's the funny part, my intuition tells me to follow the more obvious answer but some part of me just want to take the road less travelled.

I might get hurt, I might break down but there's a part of me that would like to trample that ground again.

Am I even sure? The future seems so bleak, but wait a minute, since when is a future clear? It's worth a try, or is it not?