The Unchosen Path

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Lost in an empty space
but the eyes are not closed
There seems to be no air
but the breath is still felt.

A breeze from the left,
a sparkle from the right,
The footsteps begin to crawl
towards the faint light.

Lost is now empty space,
there's nothing leading back there.
The hellish fire in front of the eyes,
the air is no more left.

The lungs that were breathing have stopped,
The eyes that were open have closed.

If only the breeze was chosen,
or the footsteps never moved at all,
or the eyes were not able to see,
or the right side was merely a wall?

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