I never was warned
Now I'm stuck on the horns
I'm burning in the fire
Stuck in the mire
Each choice will pierce
This decision is fierce
This situation is dire
My brain is going haywire
It's about to expire
What an awful quagmire
The universe against me is conspiring
With all it guns locked and loaded, it's firing
It's aiming straight at my heart, my head
I swear it wants me dead
Such an enigma
On the horns of a dilemma
©Pauline Russell
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 10:09 PM UTC
I never was warned
Now I'm stuck on the horns
I'm burning in the fire
Stuck in the mire
Each choice will pierce
This decision is fierce
This situation is dire
My brain is going haywire
It's about to expire
What an awful quagmire
The universe against me is conspiring
With all it guns locked and loaded, it's firing
It's aiming straight at my heart, my head
I swear it wants me dead
Such an enigma
On the horns of a dilemma
©Pauline Russell
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