I stood at the doorway watching my life unravel
A decision panging to be made
Would it make a difference if i compromise myself for them?
How much of myself would i need to renounce for my compromise to be enough?
I stood at the edge of tomorrow holding on to yesterday because i fell in love with an idea
Tomorrow called but they said ideas are potentials waiting to blossom so i waited,
I'll just answer tomorrow, tomorrow.
Tomorrow came but i was still stuck in yesterday hovering over an idea that had long dissipated, hoping
Hoping that the more i water the idea it'll soon blossom but i found that watering a rock does not make it soft
So i stood in the middle of a crossroad wishing for my decision to make itself
It's be easier if decisions came with a manual and a preview into it's consequences
So many decisions but today,
Today I'll choose me