Those pathways are too numerous.
Everywhere I turn there's a fork in the road.
And no matter how far I go, the miles to go keep growing.
Unexpected words trample me.
The cruelty of it all takes away my breath.
God I pray they aren't that cold, but I guess you ought to know.
Restless nights make me weary.
A racing mind and fearful eyes steal sleep.
I had given my all and yet, I'm still the one they call.
Lies they've told now haunt my thoughts.
I cannot fight their words so should I just run?
Because of this indecision I tremble; I cowar.
Throwing elbows is how they win.
My weakness helps them to be dominant.
I'm vulnerable, when will this game start to cease?
Frozen like a polaroid shot.
I'm left hanging and I cannot go back.
Now I have to decide my next pose; fight or go?