questions

The storm brews over the roof of my house, taking me back in time.
Yet my head is filled with so many memories, and overpouring thoughts just like every drop of the rain.
My mind is on one question and only one; yet my dreams seem to haunt me and chase after that question like one is chased in the night.
I feel surrounded, and crowded with that one question and my time is consuming faster as I write.
So little time left to make the decision; Should I stay or should I go?