You've been swallowed up
deciding that now was the time to run away
what you find would not make sence
but it does
because secretly?
you know what it all means
Two roads connect at your feet
taking off in opposite directions
giving you the idea
that you can decide which path to take
Your so warm baby
but your insides are growing cold
looking at the signs that could mean anything
you choose not, scared
as you turn away
choosing to aviod the unaviodable
So naturally...
you aimlessly walk anywhere but there
through the crimson forest of the confused beautifuls
where the red leaves mesmerize you
What is it
you are trying to find?
What is it
you are trying to prove?
What is it
your are running from?
Digging through the twisted vines of life
your back at your personal intersection
your staring off...
Because it had waited
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