Puzzled (22)

Should he turn left?  
No that was the direction of the Devil  
Ah, but was wwhere all these scantily clad beauties were
Such as he only saw and enjoyed in his dreams
Ah, but this dream allowed him and for a moment he dared enjoy
Though his conscience and his rigid upbringing would not let him enjoy the flesh
Should he turn right?  
Not really, that was the way to Nice and Totally Boring  
Straight ahead, then, to the Unknown  
But then he ended at  a roundabout  
Ended up going round and round
Daring to enjoy fleeting moments, fleeting images  
Started having headaches and visions  
And endless debates in his head  
Left, NO, Right, NO:  that would be worse  
 
Then his heart skipped a beat  
Ended up in a brick wall  
And days later woke up  
From a wonderfully troubling sleep
In the loony bin.