life happens once

we all die in the end

really often I wonder

if my choices can bend

lo, reader, read close and let me explain

I see life as if it's fanned out on a plane

branches of rivers and branches of trees

-whatever metaphor that says what I mean

I think a lot about being one branch

one tracing, one path

and then, like always

it all ends in black

all that energy spent

it all goes in one way

and once it's gone

I can't go another way

I'd like a chance

maybe one, maybe more

to jump between branches

to really explore

because when you've been disadvantaged

that's all you think about

to do everything

to finally get out

depression leads to fear

that it'll never be good

it swallows you up and says

"there's no freedom anymore"

but I want to be free

I want to be lighthearted again

and never have to worry

about when everything ends