It’s funny how things go
Sometimes
You write that you don’t know
In rhymes
A decision like do or die
A decision like crash or fly
But when you do, you might crash
And when you fly, you might die
I was intertwined
Woven into the vines
Of doubt
And the worst thing was
I no longer wanted out
Trapped like a fly
In a web of lies
That I myself had stitched
And the worst thing was
I didn’t know which was which
Lie or truth
Die or do
Shy or brash
Fly or crash
Could you tell me which one’s better?
Because I didn’t think I’d ever
Know
No,
No, never
And the funny part is!
The decision’s been made for me
And it’s just now that I see
The vines around me crumble
As the ground I stand on rumbles,
With the sound of understanding
The same ground which my mind was
standing
And the funny part is!
I realize the truth now
The one I’d always known
As the spider webs untangled
And dropped me, beat and mangled
In the orchard of mindful prying
Dropped an apple on the hammock
in which my mind was lying
I start to raise my voice
“stop, I’ve made my choice!”
Wave my arms around
As they finally lie unbound
It can’t be too late…
Even though I took too long
I know I took to long-
ing
For the lyrics of a song
Or the lines of a poem
To give me a sign
But I’ve made up my own mind
I want you to be mine
Regardless of the outcome, this is what I write.
