Life decisions
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My eyes are met with a thousand worlds
And I marvel in front of many possibilities,
But I can't choose. I cannot find my words.
And so the strings are pulled by other entities.
Dear Childhood,
I had been
wrapped
In your warm, comforting arms
For seventeen years
But then, as the minutes ticked away to midnight
I felt your grip loosen
as you prepared
The wind whispers to her
On which way to go
Just follow your heart
And the right path will show
She finds herself in a thicket patch
Cant go forward and can't go back
Life is like a freeway,
decisions, options, and sacrifices are made.
At the end of the day there are a little amount of cars and you see where they're all headed,
it's your decision whether you go your way or not,
