Most people live one life
But somehow I live two
One that’s here and one that’s there
But neither seem to do
For what I truly long for
Is something that can’t be
A life of easy living
And a life where I am free
Free to follow voices,
Seek both chaos and order
And free to learn some choices
Soon give way to ******
Because every decision
Brings death to a path
Where a choice was not made
That road is met with wrath
Wrath that devours the future
Of what might have been
And leaves in its wake
A regret that will not bend
That will not break or crumble,
Nor become easier to bare
But will always be my burden
On my journey here or there