You dissapeared into a gate

I've made a decision.
"I want to know my fate"
It came thudding out
It was obvious.
It was about you
Mostly
Because old ideas of horizontal Christmas trees
May still apply
But I hope it doesn't apply too quickly
On the staircase
I heard the door close slowly
I felt the guilt
I felt the pain
Raging in that corridor
I never felt worse than I did for those ten seconds
And then I realised
That I had to make a desicion
Draw another map
Or I do the most petrifying thing any man has ever had to do
Because "I want to know my fate"