Laying in Isolation my desolated thoughts couldn't be much heavier,

My head hurt as the dilenma was inconclusive,

These lntertwined thoughts led my bamboozed self to the Red sea,You see?

A choice was to be made,

Alternatively, they had their fair share of fantasies and dread,

These consistent persisting thoughts only dampened my decision,

They say "The choices you make mould who you'd become",

is this the Right one? , Let fate decide, Whilst that train is set into voyage.

My hopeful eyes are gazed to the clouds, ..
As I pray for a successful journey.

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