a couple states away, in the snow dusted hills lies a possible future that i never thought i'd see
there are several doors lined up in front of me and i'm not quite sure to which one i hold the key
the map that lines my pocket is crumpled to a point where i can't read and the ink has gotten sweaty as it slowly starts to bleed
i see a light through a dark, empty space and i'm too afraid of truly finding my place you can read every word that i think, on my face but there's no answer
decision making has always been something i have trouble with i either stand in place or i sink myself into a hole never really getting anywhere simply watching as i, and everyone around me grow old i'd forget it was winter if it wasn't so cold
time passes around me, twice twisting trails around my life letting everything pass me by as i live, and as i die