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Direction is a Choice
July 2, 2016
Down down down
Into an abyss
Where the sirens don’t sound
And there’s nothing left to miss
Up up up
Into the sky
Where the lights will all erupt
When you open up your eyes
Don’t leave me alone
All I'll do is sink
So silent and so slow
No thoughts left to think
Don’t let me go
My knuckles are still white
From clenching on to tired ropes
I don’t want to face the light
Now I'm floating in thin air
In the midst of something I'm supposed to make
A decision to latch onto
While they scream at me what is at stake
I can’t choose a direction
They say that choice is based on what you know
But I have yet to make the connection
Between where I am and where I need to go
© Marietta S., Pleven, Bulgaria
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