You leave me high and dry
Render me motionless
A conflict between my two sides
The pragmatic one and the whimsical one
The one who rationalizes
And the one who lives outside my body
The one who kills the slightest sense of emotion
The one who wants to break free
from all this analysis paralysis
A tug of war
between love and logic
Between fantasy and reality
But the battle was already lost
The casualty lies bleeding and helpless
I've bled till there is nothing left
Hope succumbed to the truth
What would you have chosen?
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 1:48 PM UTC
You leave me high and dry
Render me motionless
A conflict between my two sides
The pragmatic one and the whimsical one
The one who rationalizes
And the one who lives outside my body
The one who kills the slightest sense of emotion
The one who wants to break free
from all this analysis paralysis
A tug of war
between love and logic
Between fantasy and reality
But the battle was already lost
The casualty lies bleeding and helpless
I've bled till there is nothing left
Hope succumbed to the truth
What would you have chosen?