Decisions, decisions.
Our lives function alongside decisions,
both conscious and automatic.
Now one option is chosen over another
...
Here I lie
waiting and
waiting.
Will this sense of despair ever leave me?
...
As I glance at the road ahead of me, I see two paths that splinter off into the distance. A fork in the road.
One path wide and winding. The other straight and narrow.
Terror. Anticipation. Desire. Fill my thoughts.
...
I wander through the brush to find a body of water.
A lake to reveal my inner thoughts and emotions.
Mirroring myself.
As I stumble through some patches of thorns, I hear a trickle of water.
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When I first met you, I saw someone else.
Someone that I have known all my life.
She is lovely.
Capturing eyes.
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I'm letting myself go
in this apathy
I feel toward myself
and all the words against others
...
I'm breaking down the barriers
that give you security
you're among friends
with your own
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Oh the waiting game
and its dastardly fame.
Watching the clock is tough
when the seconds don't pass fast enough.
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Speaking up in
this crowd of differences
I'm losing my voice
in this vacuum of noise
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