a labyrinth of choices:
right, wrong,
undecidable.
right, wrong,
undecidable.
why do I pick the path of least resistance?
I trace back
along the trail of missed opportunities,
misplaced love,
superficial friendships.
along the trail of missed opportunities,
misplaced love,
superficial friendships.
I ask myself,
what's real?
what's real?
what's lasting?
these tunnels don't contain my life anymore.
they're the fossilized record of a life
hardly lived.
hardly lived.
am I even living now?
can I call this a life?
moment to moment,
living for instances of truth,
when I stare my self in the face,
and say
living for instances of truth,
when I stare my self in the face,
and say
choose.
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