Slowly edging forward
Taking two steps back
Racked with indecision
Left standing in deep thought
Thinking about the implications
Of what one step could do
I stand there and wait
Waiting for the rush of air
To wash over my face
Ruffling my hair out of place
As the time nears
I teeter on the edge
My heartbeat starts to race
As beads of sweat
Begin to line my forehead
One step is all it takes
It sounds like a menial task
But so difficult an act
Trying to urge myself forward
But stuck by my own mind
And then all of a sudden
The decision was taken from me
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