My mind is the only thing
that keeps me from going insane...

when the story ended before it's beginning
there wasn't any trace of anything
even on the event horizon
the creator didn't have any chance,
to make up anything
on the drawing board of his being
couldn't sense what was meant of him
the plot hasn't sprouted anywhere
in the vast field of thought fertile
so no need ever did arise to forget anything
there wasn't any apparition of  good or evil, love or hate,
that'd  appear on earth, fire, air, space or water; not even nothing.

I'm faced with an issue
For which I do not need a tissue
It's a little complicated
Makes me feel intoxicated

I have some life choices
But I need to follow the right voices
I wish I could just stand back
Autopilot through the right track

Three main choices have arisen
All three I can envision
For one I need self confidence
At the loss of my moral conscience

Or I can keep my heart and adore
But have a life that I bore
Be laid back and loving, never to explore
But would I trade this for the loss of my core

Or I can just stay this way
The way I am today and everyday
My brain and heart stuck in a conundrum
I wish the answer would just come

All I can do is roll the dice
And hope luck is ever so nice
Picks for me one which is right
I shall think on this one overnight