Every so often I wonder What choice would I have made if I had been given one?
Night falls and I find myself standing over the vast expanse Of the endless possibilities that run on into eternity Each shining so brightly with hopes and dreams As if saying to walk down them and find them a reality
The myriad of colours, sometimes so gentle it’s soothing At times so intense it fuels the fire and ecstasy Other times, so vast it overflows the empty cup But mostly so distant it seems like only a fantasy
Closing my eyes and stepping into that dream anyway A sharp blade pierces through me where eyes cannot see The shadow comes to shield me from pipe dreams and false hopes Before they are dashed and become shards raining down on me
I let the dark cloak hug me in exchange for its protection Tolerating the slow burn it brings upon my mind and soul It becomes one with my footsteps swallowing all that it touches Until night takes over day and day becomes no more
Every so often I think If that is the case, I definitely would’ve chosen -
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