White cotton fluff, floating on fields of azure
Up... and away
Severed from my eyes as I nod
Drifting down below Time
Into the depths of my tainted soul
Ugly and shameful
Withered and scorched
A vast, broken desert
Cracked earth screaming for moisture
Pleading for life
Like the fading memory of
Better Days
When Hope was alive
And anything was possible

It is in that moment,
the moment between an insane choice and a wise decision,
the moment of clarity,
or lack thereof,
that I wonder what long and twisted roads my actions will take me.
What gruesome forest, dark and tangled?
What flowered meadow, bright and hopeful?
What wretched depths?
What fantastic, climbing heights?
What and Where and oh my...Why?
And Who,
am I,
when the moment passes,
and the point of no return has been crossed?
Am I still me,
or am I a new mind,
having changed at the hands of my decision?