at the paths end
I know not
anymore
than at the beginning

cascading through the storm surge
I reach for the vine
but drown in my addiction

in the garden of life
the weeds have taken over

Life is a book you will only read once

watching the watchers
reverse psychopathy
nothing seen 
sense of duty ?

Does the thought of the action worry you more

Will you be comfortable knowing what is behind the door

the decisions you choose
maybe win maybe lose

But to do or to don't
That's free to explore

D espite
E verything
A pparently
T his
H urts