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Directions

A choice along one direction leads

to consequential choices based on quasi-essential needs.

And countless more directions;

some more pointless than they seem.

Each with unique-essential implications;

all random in their themes.

 

And when faced with new directions,

we all enjoy equating means.

There are sub-directions and sudden choices;

some with supplicatory pleas.

Yes, implication's long duration is an invisible machine.

A meta-physical motivation to a person and their genes.

 

Personally, my own choices corresponded

to these unlimited extremes.

To these tiny little time-transporters

that fit us into teams.

And I thought I'd reached a choice;

was on its corresponding way.

I followed down its passageways and subdomains

for consequential days.

 

And from the way that we all network,

I have come to the belief

that our decisions implicate

the parts that aggregate beneath.

Yes, every person has these combinations

aggregate throughout their lives.

And by the afore-mentioned complications,

They (eventually) divide to warring sides.

 

On one side is destruction;

On the other, love resides.

If you make the wrong decision

then these forces, they collide.

To catastrophic implications

and such damage done inside.

 

But if you're able to pause for just a moment

and hold them side-by-side.

You will find the sort of peace

that only finds those who have died.

 

And suddenly life becomes so simple;

no more chances need be applied.

Just one choice and two directions

Lie in front of your own eyes.

You feel quite amazing in

proportion to this fantastic new sensation.

As one choice takes you to destruction;

the other leads you to salvation.

It's the truest self-realization

and it's there for you to take it.

There's a chance of your damnation...

but, see, only you can make it.

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josh-4
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Aug 9, 2014
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