Poetry of sorts

Urge

With my sudden change,
I can't decide.
My life's been arranged,
as I walk without a guide.

I gave up an activity,
that I solely regret.
Though it doesn't involve creativity,
I wish I've never bet.

I feel so empty,
now that I've left.

I have an urge,
to go back to my old ways.
I've fallen and began to become submerged,
at the choking feelings of my urge.

I want to go back,
to that wonderful place.
But with courage I do somewhat lack,
I will be stuck in my slow pace.
Hoping to reach the end of my chase.