Sometimes I feel
Life’s anything but fair.
But the stupid truth
Is neither here nor there.
The truth’s in the days,
The details, the hours.
The seconds, the minutes
They have all the powers.
The truth’s being present
Each breath I take.
It’s choosing my path,
A destiny I make.
Do I turn left?
Or do I turn right?
Or do I head straight
And venture to night?
A blanket of silence,
The night air seduces.
I step into its comfort
And join the Medusas.
They have gone before
And some still will follow.
Those who have trusted
The pill they have swallowed.
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