Isn't It beautiful but deathly thinking about,
How a far a single choice causes pathways to form,
It could be a level in between undisturbed or complete fallout,
Like train tracks switching direction while up ahead there's a storm,
And its exciting but there's a raging battle in your brain; hard to find calm,
Because the million different options whizz through it like lotto *****,
Theres still green earth on the floor and maybe on your tongue a soothing psalm,
But the ground isn't always soft enough to catch you if you fall
Maybe a nightingale sings softly on a branch,
Maybe the sky is heavy enough to cry,
There's always music to accompany every revanche,
Even if the battle is simply to try,
Because sometimes the war is getting back what you desperately need to find,
Even if that thing was simply your mind.
