Fight Or Flight...A Line To Be Drawn

There's a line to be drawn, And not in imaginary sand. There's a voice to be heard, Never dismissed offhand. There's a time to fight, Or rapidly take flight. Do you meekly ignore or, Address something not right. When do you finally say, That enough is enough. To confront that problem, And to call its bluff. Do you live in reality, Or a cloud cuckoo land. Do you stand and fight or, Bury your head in the sand. You have nothing to lose, But so much more to gain. For when you do prevail, You'll never be the same.