Post by Crystal on Sept 26, 2012 3:40:23 GMT -5
How do I choose?
I'll tell you of a journey I've taken
Placed in front of an old trail
I stare at three paths - not just two
And behind me are three more
In spirit, I remind you still
I could sit there in the middle
I could choose to go no where
The first path is dark, dreadful
But is it really dangerous?
I can't tell you, two large oaks
Rise up from the ground
Moss covers it's entrance, blocking
Whatever reality there is
The second path has a tiger
He's curled up and sleeping soundly
His body consuming only half
of the happy, cheerful little path
One large paw pressed away
Claws that are left unsheathed
There's a third still, how cheerful!
Where the sun pours ultraviolet
Happiness and the birds fly about
Singing and chirping completely freely
Before the large burst of wind
Sends them to dart, hiding away
I turn around, what did I leave?
The stories of my past or just paths
That I refused to take in life?
The lies that I've stuffed myself with
Where am I going, where have I gone?
On the fourth stands a man
Waving, the smile beckoning close
He humor touching my face
And in truth, it alights my eyes
My heart jumps out of my chest
On newly grown feet, it runs
Straight up that path, it's gone
I glance around, two more, right?
The fifth one holds a lonely tree
Winding up a long, treacherous trail
Sitting underneath it, branches sigh
shirking in growth as they spiral down
Cloaking the face of the girl
Who sits there, reading or writing
Hunched over the material
My eyes tear up, I look away
I find the sixth one finally
I stare, but see nothing
There's dead, dark grass
A path I can barely make out
Before a black hole snatches
Everything about it away
And the land breaks up
Into complete, utter pitch black
And scared, I feel myself
Backing up towards the others
Yesterdays of fathoms
They slowly disappear, mere ghosts
I walk forward, the tiger awakens
I turn and out sticks a bony hand
Blood soaked, pulling apart the moss
Quickly turning once more
Thunderstorms and tornadoes
Dance on my last path
Leading towards my future
Where do I begin?
I'll tell you of a journey I've taken
Placed in front of an old trail
I stare at three paths - not just two
And behind me are three more
In spirit, I remind you still
I could sit there in the middle
I could choose to go no where
The first path is dark, dreadful
But is it really dangerous?
I can't tell you, two large oaks
Rise up from the ground
Moss covers it's entrance, blocking
Whatever reality there is
The second path has a tiger
He's curled up and sleeping soundly
His body consuming only half
of the happy, cheerful little path
One large paw pressed away
Claws that are left unsheathed
There's a third still, how cheerful!
Where the sun pours ultraviolet
Happiness and the birds fly about
Singing and chirping completely freely
Before the large burst of wind
Sends them to dart, hiding away
I turn around, what did I leave?
The stories of my past or just paths
That I refused to take in life?
The lies that I've stuffed myself with
Where am I going, where have I gone?
On the fourth stands a man
Waving, the smile beckoning close
He humor touching my face
And in truth, it alights my eyes
My heart jumps out of my chest
On newly grown feet, it runs
Straight up that path, it's gone
I glance around, two more, right?
The fifth one holds a lonely tree
Winding up a long, treacherous trail
Sitting underneath it, branches sigh
shirking in growth as they spiral down
Cloaking the face of the girl
Who sits there, reading or writing
Hunched over the material
My eyes tear up, I look away
I find the sixth one finally
I stare, but see nothing
There's dead, dark grass
A path I can barely make out
Before a black hole snatches
Everything about it away
And the land breaks up
Into complete, utter pitch black
And scared, I feel myself
Backing up towards the others
Yesterdays of fathoms
They slowly disappear, mere ghosts
I walk forward, the tiger awakens
I turn and out sticks a bony hand
Blood soaked, pulling apart the moss
Quickly turning once more
Thunderstorms and tornadoes
Dance on my last path
Leading towards my future
Where do I begin?