New path: Rebirth

My skin crawls with expectancy. What will I decide? Insecure. Delirious. Amazed.
What will I become? What will we become?
Never expected to come so far... now what?
Stupid, rediculous epiphany.
I could have gone naively to success. A world void of real cheer. Disillusions and lies
Race race
my heart screamed.
Now my mind whispers that question. That damn question that
chases tears out of my cleared eyes
He places me gently into his arms and wipes the tears away as barriers crash
fall to our feet
Time to rewrite the teaching I lived by all of my past years...
erasing the board...
what will I become?
He takes me in his arms and the truth starts caressing with his hands, creeping in
Never running again. Love. Live until I am dragged to my grave.


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