Valley of Decision


My mind is tormented.
All of life is a stretch of decisions but my childish ways do not constitute any rightful wisdom.
And so here I lay staring into a black sky wondering if I should hate it, if I should yearn for the sun.
When I bask in golden hues, should I crave the starlight instead?
I wonder which side I am pulling towards, which side is more alluring but they all stem back to one source.
That is the war that I cannot seem to make sense of, the war that I believe will choose for me in the end.
Do we really know anything at all?


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